The wildflowers are in bloom... bluebonnets and paintbrushes are all over the pastures, with the yellow Texas stars waiting in the wings for the grand finale. The bluebonnets are always the favorites, and either this weekend or next, people from the city will be driving along these roads to take photos. We're supposed to have rain all weekend long, so it will be a soggy Easter Sunday, unless the weather wizards have made a mistake in the forecast.
Our property does look beautiful... the pond is filled, the bluebonnets are blooming around it... and all the grasses are lush and green. The barn swallows are back, building new nests and renovating old ones that we left up on the porch columns through the winter months. Those birds surely do make a mess in the corners of the porch, but they're just so darn cute when they peek over the edge of the nests and watch us walk up and down the steps. And the sounds of their little birdie symphonies are priceless.
The end of March gave us the end of two water heaters... and we now have two new ones. The plumbers know the layout of this house by heart now... each morning when they came up to the back door, I smiled and told them "Welcome home!" The jury is still out on the state of the third water heater... but we're watching that one to see what happens. If that had been up to me, I'd have just told them to replace it and be done with it. Just who in the world decided to put so many bathrooms in one big old house....
The orange cat has been very nice to me since his return from the Lake, but he has hissed and spit at friend C when he saw her again for the first time yesterday. That orange cat must surely blame C for his trip to the next town.... she was the one who closed the little door on the carrier, and she also carried that crate to her car...... so instead of blaming me for his little adventure, he's decided that she was the one who kidnapped him and took him away from home. We still look at that blasted cat and wonder how in the world he found his way back here after 12 days. He's a smart cat, I'll grant him that, but still, he's so ill-mannered and bad-tempered.... and I truly know that bringing him to the shelter will be the end of him. Oh well... we'll see what happens. His little cat bed is once again inside that cat carrier, but the orange cat hasn't gone anywhere near that part of the porch.
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Orange.
Orange who?
Orange you ever gonna believe that I'm supposed to be your cat?
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