Thoughts from the last week

Yesterday I planted my birdhouse gourds, cilantro and some cosmos that I started way too early and that needed desperately to get in the ground. We aren't past the last frost date but I'm gonna have to take my chances. The Mammoth Sunflowers that I stupidly began in February (what the heck was I thinking?) have already bit the dust. Thank goodness I didn't plant all my seeds--will just stick them in the ground, they will be fine. Got a ton of planting left but am trying to contain myself so my guests actually have food and a clean place to eat it tomorrow. :)

The wisteria is going to bloom again! It has buds all over it. Right now the dogwoods, redbud, still some daffodils, candytuft, bleeding hearts are in big bloom. Coming up are the snowball, climbing hydrangea, tulips, clematis, and the azaleas.... It's so hard to do anything but stick my hands in dirt right now.... but it has to be outdoor dirt... not indoor dirt. Hence the quandary of Spring at the Miller's.

The dog is shedding. Again. And OMG, we are going to kill the cat. Seriously. She is almost 17 years old, usually around this time we keep her indoors because she has always been a mad killer type cat (part Maine Coon) and the bunny babies are everywhere. We figured that she's so old now, she wouldn't be able to catch them. We figured wrong. One minute she's laying by the pond all innocent like (even let a titmouse land right on the branch over her head) and the next minute I hear that dreadful squeal of a poor animal that crossed her wretched path. We all spring into action! I run for her, yelling to scare the animal away... too late of course, she already had it in her mouth. The minute she sees me she jumps up the fence and is standing there looking at me with this baby bunny who's as big as her dangling out of her mouth. Rhia joins the hunt and we start trying to save the bunny. The cat jumps onto the roof with the bunny still intact! So much for old age. She looks at us triumphantly. We call her names I won't repeat.

So not to be outdone, Rhia runs up the stairs into Cory's room (who is oblivious) and climbs out his window while he's yelling at her "whaaaaaaaat the ?????" Standing on the roof, pointing her finger sternly at the cat "DROP IT!!!!! DROP ITTTTT!!!!!!" Ever the dutiful mom, I hand her a stick to poke at the cat with.

If you were one of the 50 people who almost crashed as you drove by our house yesterday wondering what in the heck that girl was doing on the roof poking at a cat with a bunny it's mouth and a woman wringing her hands on the ground saying "just leave it, no get it, is it alive?, I hate that cat, that's it we are killing her, can you get the bunny? no just leave the bunny alone and let her finish it I don't want it to suffer anymore than it has to, here's a bigger stick ooooo I hate that cat!!!!!" We apologize.

This did not end well. And of course, the dog was freaking out. "want me to get her, do you, do you, cause you know I been wanting to, I'll get her, let me at her, let me at her, hey is that bunny, mmmmm bunny would taste good right about now..."

This is Springtime at the Miller's too.

We have two frogs though. And about 5 new fish. Oh and a Great Blue Heron showed up the other day. Another round of screaming and running around "where's the camera OMG is that a heron or a crane, wow look at that, wait are the fish okay? did he poke a hole in the pond liner AGAIN?"

So much for peace and quiet. Gotta go-- it's warming up. I apologize in advance to my restorative guests....