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rejectomorphA solitary doe visited my yard this afternoon and munched quite a few of the dandelions, then moved on to eat some ground cover alongside the neighbor's driveway. There aren't any roses blooming right now or she'd have gotten those too. She ought to have gone to my back yard, where the roses are flourishing, but then she didn't appear to be fully grown so maybe she was unable to jump the fence.
Later I went to the chiropractor to get my head yanked about, finally. It's going to be another five weeks until my next appointment, though, as he's taking the first week of July off. My right shoulder was very uncomfortable for the last few days, and I hope that another five week gap between adjustments won't bring it to that state again. I like to be able to fetch things from the top shelf.
There's supposed to be a chance of a bit more rain tonight, but it's been dry all day and I suspect that the rain has left us entirely. The trailing edge of the storm brought coolness, though, and the afternoon was as delightful as any spring afternoon could have been. 68 degrees is probably the perfect temperature for a sunny afternoon.
It's going to be hotter tomorrow. I'll be able to open the windows again— both because it will be warm and because I've cleaned away the accumulated cat droppings in the rose bed. It rained most of the day yesterday, so I didn't get rid of them then, and the yard was quite ripe today. Soaked cat poo is not something I like to deal with. I suspect that the feral cats have been eating a lot of wild food of late. If I thought the food I buy them was making their dropping smell so foul, I'd change brands.
And now that I've written about cat poo, it's time for me to make my late dinner. Or maybe I'll wait a bit longer.
Ooh, an orange sunset to watch!
Later I went to the chiropractor to get my head yanked about, finally. It's going to be another five weeks until my next appointment, though, as he's taking the first week of July off. My right shoulder was very uncomfortable for the last few days, and I hope that another five week gap between adjustments won't bring it to that state again. I like to be able to fetch things from the top shelf.
There's supposed to be a chance of a bit more rain tonight, but it's been dry all day and I suspect that the rain has left us entirely. The trailing edge of the storm brought coolness, though, and the afternoon was as delightful as any spring afternoon could have been. 68 degrees is probably the perfect temperature for a sunny afternoon.
It's going to be hotter tomorrow. I'll be able to open the windows again— both because it will be warm and because I've cleaned away the accumulated cat droppings in the rose bed. It rained most of the day yesterday, so I didn't get rid of them then, and the yard was quite ripe today. Soaked cat poo is not something I like to deal with. I suspect that the feral cats have been eating a lot of wild food of late. If I thought the food I buy them was making their dropping smell so foul, I'd change brands.
And now that I've written about cat poo, it's time for me to make my late dinner. Or maybe I'll wait a bit longer.
Ooh, an orange sunset to watch!
