This beautiful Sunday afternoon, the sun is shining, the birds are singing and all is well. The steaks are marinating, the beans are baking, the spuds peeled and I have a pie request to honor.
Our vegetable garden is progressing nicely. The sweet potato plants that I started are ready to plant. The birdhouse gourds are ready to climb.
We suffered little wind damage last week. It did take the top of a very nice wild cherry tree. The bark was shaved off of the sturdy live tree and not a trace could be found close by.
The top and largest limb of the tree is lodged in the crown, well out of our reach. Nothing else was disturbed.
Four baby squirrels that live in the tall maple are now feeding on the ground. They sit on the steps of the back porch and watch Tootie and I. That is, until Toot opens her big mouth.
A visiting cat wrestled a baby opossum on those steps two nights ago. I sure hope he or she does not decide to get any one of those bushy tailed rodents in a hammer lock. They will not curl up and play dead. Hopefully, those little guys will climb-up that tree before that fat cat moves in. I enjoy the presence of wildlife in my space, unsurprisingly.
One can learn about as much about animals from first hand observations as they will ever absorb from books. People much smarter than I agree.
Right now, I am fighting with the soldiers of the insect army. I made a quick trip out of the house to check out some plants, unprotected by repellent, and those blood suckers dug into the trenches, just short of my eyes and worked their way to the ground.
Now a new bottle of "Deep Woods" with Deet sits right next to the "Deep Heat "in my medicine cabinet. I am treating a little ivy poisoning too. My hammertoes continue to blister. Other than that I am good.
Paul is enjoying working around the place again. Several joint projects are in the works.
Our daughter Lori and her husband Clifford and our youngest granddaughter, Mary Shannon Patrick plan to be here in July. Lori loves Forest Park and especially the 4th of July Celebration.
Many folks visited Restlawn Cemetery this week to honor the memory of their loved ones and friends.
Flags are placed on the graves of our fallen heroes each year. Usually extra flags are available at the entrance of the burial place. I looked for them, because my brother, John W. Lynch served in the U.S. Army. He did not have a flag on his grave. Several others throughout the grounds lacked the same. Some had more than one.
My brother's stone does not indicate his service affiliation, the others clearing do.
A list and map sure would help the volunteer place those flags next time. If you need assistance, call on me. Paul and I would be honored to help you.
Now it is time to turn out the lights in the little blue house at the end of the road, go to bed and give thanks for another day. God is good!
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