A little rain has brought a little green--just enough to inspire some ambition for yardwork. Spring is the one time of year when the joy of being
outdoors trumps my aversion to raking and pruning. The silent winter air is alivened with singing and chattering and the trickling
of running water. The sun warms my
upturned face and the cats are frolicking in the yard for my entertainment. There’s nothing like sensory overload after
being cooped up for five months!
The
cats love having their people outdoors with them. What’s the point of hunting bugs and climbing
trees if there’s no one to see them do it?
I feel a little like the mother of preschoolers being bombarded by a
chorus of “Watch this, Mom!”
Not
only are we an audience for the cats, they are an audience for us. Over the last week, they’ve been utterly
fascinated as my husband replaced brakes on Jake, his ’47 International
pick-up. To get a better view, they are
not afraid to climb on the roof, through the cab, or under the frame. They’ve also joined me on the ladder while I
put the canvas roof on our gazebo and rode in the wheelbarrow while I was
hauling branches. Their favorite playspot is on a crinkly, ripples-in-the-breeze tarp loaded with old leaves and BUGS! to pounce on.
As for me, I'm just happy to be outside without a coat and four layers of clothes.
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