Isn’t that just the sweetest thing ever?
It was one of those days when people were disappointing. Pathetic attempts to disparage the sincere efforts of others and the spreading of self-serving misinformation intended to malign a group who only exist to serve their community seemed to be the order of the day. I am ashamed to say I let it get to me. So much so that instead of cooking the fabulous meal I had planned, I asked David to take me to Sonic for dinner. AND I had a cherry limeade. I could say that I’m hanging my head in shame over that meal but I’m not. Sometimes you just need a cherry limeade. My only regret is that I didn’t ask for extra cherries.
But here it is after 10 p.m. and I’m letting it go. People are what they are, even when they pretend they aren’t. Or something like that. Anyway, how about some adorableness?
The kittens are getting cuter every day. Two of them opened their eyes today. As I held each of them up to my face and talked to them, I wondered what they were thinking of this brand new world and this huge human face cooing to them. Probably, “Where’s my mother?!”.
And then there’s the sweetest dog on the planet, Shiloh. He’s supposed to lie on that green sheet when he’s on the carpet but he hasn’t quite mastered that yet. Here he is watching tv with David:
Tomorrow will be a better day because I will make it so. It will be Friday and I have plans. Nothing elaborate but plans, nonetheless. They include sunshine and music and books and food. And maybe wine. In fact, definitely wine.
Last week Gentilly (aka “Tilly”) had her babies. I’d been suggesting she just have three rather than the five or six our cats generally like to have. She did pretty good and just had four. Most of our cats have been mostly black. We’ve had the occasional striped kitty and a gray one (poor Gracie – sad story, don’t want to think about it). Never have we had any white ones but as you can see in the picture, we did this time. I didn’t want to disturb them for this first picture taken when they were just a few hours old but there are two white kittens, a gray, and a gray striped. No black ones this time!
Tilly is a good mama and the babies are getting cute. I’ll try to get a good photo and share it tomorrow.
Springtime on Apple Tree Farm also means getting ready to plant my garden. I’ve been working a little at a time removing the stubborn grass and weeds from the first of my raised beds. Ordinarily I wouldn’t plant until after Easter – that’s what my grandma always told me – but I feel pretty certain we’ve seen the last of winter here in southeastern Oklahoma. We will be in New Orleans April 12-24 and I don’t want to leave too much extra work for Chris to take care of while we are away so I’m only going to plant a couple of tomato plants before we go. I’m hopeful that with this early spring I might have the first tomatoes by early June. Mmm…nothing like a home-grown tomato still warm from the sun. As you can see, Calliope likes to *help* me garden. In fact, I usually have two or three cats out with me.
And speaking of helpers…here’s our beautiful Shiloh (and Liz in the grass behind him). As you can see, he still has the external fixator on his front leg. Our vet says the bone is calcifying well and the plan is to remove the pins and fixator sometime after we return from New Orleans. He’s been putting more weight on the leg and everyone is confident that he will have a full recovery. He is absolutely the sweetest dog on the planet. Everyone who meets him falls head over heels in love. I feel so fortunate that we were able to adopt him.
I’m really excited about spring and enjoying the time outdoors, despite the allergies. In addition to the garden, I’m also planning to plant a few fruit trees. At one time I had planned to have an orchard in the area where Liz is in the picture above (It’s a much bigger area than the picture indicates) but that’s where everyone sets up their tents during our annual Happyland Music Festival. Then I got a brilliant idea the other day. I’m going to plant a few fruit trees around the outside of the chicken pen. They will be close enough to reach with the hose to water and will eventually provide shade for the chickens.
And speaking of chickens, one of my cousins is going to raise some chicks for me along with his. As soon as they are big enough to be outdoors, I’ll go get them from him. This means I don’t have to raise messy chicks in the house this year. Don’t get me wrong; they are very cute and I enjoyed getting the opportunity to watch them grow. The first time. But I’ve done that a few times now and I’m perfectly happy to skip that stage. I’m just eager to have our own supply of eggs again, as well as the pleasure of taking care of my little flock.
So that’s the latest from Apple Tree Farm. What’s going on in your neck of the woods? Do you garden? I’d love to hear what Spring is like where you live.
We haven’t had a dog for about a year and a half. Our sweet Pyrenees, Duke, disappeared – we think someone shot him. Then Emily died and Iggy, the dog I rescued off the highway disappeared about the same time. For the first time in my life, I was dog-less. We could have gone out and bought one but when you live in the country you get used to taking in strays and I honestly figured it was only a matter of time until one showed up. But the months dragged on and the raccoons moved in. And the coyotes, like the one I saw on our BACK PATIO a couple of weeks ago. Not only did I want a dog for the companion factor but out in the country it’s really a necessity.
So I put out the word to lots of people that I wanted a Great Pyrenees. I’d always thought Golden Retrievers were the best breed – and they *are* wonderful – but after having Duke I changed my allegiance. A more laid-back, non-agressive breed does not exist and no one can deny that they are gorgeous.
But the main issue for me was the non-aggressive trait. You see, several years ago I had a very traumatic experience with a dog and for the first time in my life I became afraid of them. I now have a bit of understanding of what post-traumatic stress syndrome is like. On one of our trips to New Orleans, a couple of dogs growled at each other on the street near where I was walking and I nearly climbed out of my skin as I quickly moved to the other side of the crowd. I know it’s not entirely rational but even teeny, tiny dogs give me the jitters. Or maybe that *does* make sense as small dogs tend to be yippy, yappy things and often snap at people.
“Meet Bullet! He is a 2 year old, Great Pyrenees that was found Tuesday night with a .45 caliber bullet in his front leg. We are currently trying to raise money for the surgery to plate his humerus (front leg) that was shattered by the bullet. Donations are being taken at Arlington Animal Clinic until 5:30pm today, and again during normal business hours next week. PetSense is also accepting donations for Bullet, and they are hosting a carwash to help with the cause on Sunday, from 1-4pm. Please help in any way possible. Bullet greatly appreciates your help! He will be at the Car Wash some on Sunday so come and meet him!”
So the donations poured in and “Bullet”, which is what they were calling him, got his surgery. He has pins and a metal rod, plus an external fixator, but they believe he will make a full recovery and regain use of the leg.
You see, instead of leaving him at the clinic over the weekend, which is what I had assumed she would do, Stephanie took him to her own house. And that’s where he remained until we picked him up Monday night when we returned from our trip to Kansas City…which I’ll tell you about later.
So now we have the dog I’d been hoping and praying for. He’s got a lot of healing to do and he’s kind of high maintenance at the moment. We never had a big dog in the house other than in the laundry room but Shiloh is already my shadow and really wants to be with me a lot.
Beauregard is the surname of a well known Civil War soldier who was killed in the battle of Shiloh. His ghost, it is said, wanders the streets of New Orleans at night whispering “Shiloh”.
My plans for a big vegetable garden haven’t quite panned out due to extreme heat and no rain. However, I did plant some potatoes a couple of months ago and today I decided to see what might be lurking beneath the soil. I pulled out a few small potatoes from one of the buckets. I didn’t check them all but apparently my experiment worked to a certain extent. I also got one egg this morning. Sadly, we’ve had a predator of some sort (David thinks it’s a raccoon) and we are down to one rooster and one hen. Guess I’ll be raising chicks this Spring.