Johnny and I had another visit today. It went much better than the first time, and I think that’s because I am more comfortable now. What? You don’t know who Johnny is? Shame on you; you haven’t been reading my blog! You’ll be glad to know I only used third gear and it didn’t seem fast at all. Something sweet-smelling is blooming right now, and I kept catching whiffs of it here and there. Nice day today, but rain is moving in for later this evening and tomorrow. Boy, it’s quite a challenge to figure out the best way to mow around all those trees in the front yard. [Note to self: Before mowing next time, pick up ALL fallen branches in the yard FIRST.] Here is the side front yard, and the main front yard as seen from standing in our driveway looking away from the house.

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Nothing much interesting to write about today, so I"ll just post a photo of a Cardinal that I took the other day. Not the greatest photo, but you get the idea. I had to take the pic through the screen. No, I haven’t given up feeding the birds altogether. I still do throw them a few handfuls of food in the morning, just not enough to attract Mr. Bear.

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Today I woke up to pouring rain. This house is so quiet that I didn’t even know it was raining until I got up to head into the bathroom and heard the rain pounding down on the skylight.The dogs weren’t sure about going out. They did very quick “first outs,” making their way gingerly around puddles on the deck, and came right back in to be fed. After feeding no one wanted to go out but I knew they still had business to take care of. I coaxed a bit, and finally Alex and Sailor went out unethusiastically and lifted their leg on the nearest corner of the fence that they could find. Blinking away raindrops, they hurried back inside. Darn, Mom, what is that wet stuff coming down from the sky? It’s wetter than snow! Rain, dear ones. Lovely, wonderful RAIN. When I looked at the weather forecast for Ft. Collins today and it said it was supposed to reach 90 degrees there, I gave thanks I was in rainy NJ. I know it sounds strange to like the rain, but I actually do. When I go to take my shower the towels feel damp to the touch. Where or where is my heated towel bar when I need it most?

It’s stopped raining for the moment and I step out onto the deck to check on what Hailey might be up to (please, no more dead chipmunks!) and the yard is full of birdsong. The wood thrush is singing away with its liquid, flute-like song, a pair of jays bounce their raucous calls back and forth to each other, the robin is chirping its repetitious melody, and other birds [as yet unidentified] add their own unique voices to the symphony. It’s downright noisy out there!