I had left the Silver Bullet at the repair shop to get some new brakes put on and had just returned home via Puppy's wheels, when I was delighted by not one but at least a half dozen blue birds taking turns bathing in that tiny bird bath that sits on top of the black table. One would just stand in the water and then he would fluff up and spray water in abandonment while the others watched from the railing.
I stood about ten minutes, just as still as I could so I would not scare them off. Any little movement and they are off. They are much more skittish than the tit mouse, chickadees, wrens, red birds or finches. I think the Blue birds have the same attitudes as peckerwoods which means any little movement will send them up in flight.
This morning, I only had one bloom on the morning glory and will be pulling it up very soon and saving the seeds.
Last evening, Prince and I put most of the plants in the shop room under lights and near the window which will be their cold weather home. I still have 4 big heavy ones to go in the basement but I wanted to cut them back so they will not take up so much room.
I got some soap to spray the seventeen left which will come into the main house for the cold weather. It got down to 46 last evening and it felt great.
Today, I shut off the control environment and opened up the windows. Boy the house was cool. Mimi had to get a sweater, so I shut up everything in the main part of the house but still have the windows opened in a couple of the back bedrooms.
Before long, Prince and I will be cutting firewood. Well, I just operate the log splitter's lever. Prince does all the heavy work.
This summer was like a blip on the radar screen of life. Where did it go? I am on that fast train to sixty.
The kitty justice is I am so very happy that I do not have over a hundred and fifty houseplants anymore.