This, That and Sunny

Asparagus is ready for the first pickin'.

The first batch of iris have bloomed.  I think of my colleague Bev Chapin when I see those iris pop open every year.  

She gave me the starts probably 25 years ago. 

I dug 'em up when we left Great Northern Road.  

One never wants to part with flowers reminding us of those who shared.  

Besides, Bev's iris, I also have some Camp and Pietsch varieties, both yet to come, probably in June.

As noted below, almost every shrub and tree at the Lovestead has burst forth its 2019 beautiful leaves and/or blossoms.  

As for blossoms, the big, older apple tree in the north yard has yet to let loose. 

With these July-like days in May, I have a feeling that most of the spring coming-out parties will be complete by next week.  Hope some hold out until Memorial Day weekend. 

Yesterday's, accomplishments included spud planting in some mounds of dirt behind the barn. Of course, that means dragging the hose every single morning, but we all no pain, no gain in the gardening world. 

This morning I'm including some of the highlights of a photo shoot from last evening, which I'll call the "Sunny Side of the Barn." 

Like the blossoms and leaves popping, Miss Sunny is coming out to visit more and more in her new abode.

I think the turning point occurred when she met her new horse friends, Lefty and Lily. 

Sunny seems to like the company, and she LOVES her hay stack. 

I have to also note that Sunny has restored my faith in felines.  

I pretty much lost it last September----'cept for Festus, of course, while experiencing a nightmare saga with a feral cat and her kittens.  

This experience unfolded over the course of two weeks with one horrific happening after another.  

The series of events, where I tried desperately to "do the right thing," included a trip to urgent care followed by a regimen of antibiotics with a feral cat bite and ten days of worry about rabies alongwith several trips to a vet hospital.  

I won't go into detail, but it was ugly from start to finish, except for the fact that I did not have rabies.  When it all ended, I vowed never to have another cat again. 

I can truly identify with people who speak of PTSD which follows traumatic events.  

Sunny, happily, has changed that, and, in a short time, she has restored my lifelong love of cats. 

She's been here for three weeks, and, pretty much every day, Bill and I enjoy our Sunny stories. 

We're also enjoying zero mice sightings. 

All in all, she's a sweet kitty, and she seems to have truly found her happy place in the barn. 

Thanks, Karen, for more reasons than you'll ever know.

Sunny is definitely queen of the barn.  

  

Finally, a Kentucky Derby Perspective: I read the well-written blog post in the link below this morning and concluded that this writer's perspectives on last Saturday's disqualification of the horse that finished first made a lot of sense.

It's especially refreshing to me, in today's topsy turvy, often chaotic society, that some people still follow the rules while making decisions.  

What's more important is that people respect the rules. 

http://www.wherethepindrops.com/?p=8426&fbclid=IwAR0hsqbPMi70jxK1QOjfKIuT1DgzjUxSJ1RkMG2oHduH8a4E27S4Gv6gJlk