I’m sitting on the back patio in the shade, looking out at a sunny, blue sky. I’m bored while waiting for people to log in to my chatroom (must be a nice day/evening all over the world), so here I blog.

The backyard is a flurry of activity…the bird feeder is entertaining doves, finches, bluejays, sparrows and red-wing blackbirds. Now if I could just get rid of the scourge of the universe, grackles. They poop everywhere, including the patio. Big bullies. I still haven’t figured out what their purpose could be.

Willow is out on her harness/leash, trying to eat grass, which is exactly what I don’t want her to do. Wylie is being his usual faithful companion self. Music is coming through the open window, the vinyl copy of The Cowboy Junkies’ “The Trinity Sessions.” Ethereal melancholia mixed with chirping and birdsong. Peace in the neighborhood. There’s a nice breeze, just to keep it from being too warm. In a month or so, that breeze will be like a furnace blast.

The aroma from the slow cooker is calling out to me. It’s after 2 pm, and I haven’t eaten yet. We’ve been cooking a roast with onions, carrots and potatoes all night and all morning. (I’m only interested in the veggies, I’m weird that way.) It’s just about perfect. You can’t rush greatness, ya know. My tummy is saying “feed me!” :hungry:  First, a nice green salad with Green Goddess dressing.  Mmm-mm!
You’re welcome at my table. Let’s eat!  :hungry: