Patio time happened yesterday.
*sigh*
Winter undoes all my efforts in shared time with the critters.
Guess that just means that more patio time is required. (Oh dear! What a shame!)
Yes.....the neighbors think I'm over the edge.
Hey......maybe it's cuz himself was with me!!!!!!
Oh...... That would be sad.....
It was a grand thing, sitting in the sun, swinging on the patio swing.
Himself, who suffers (and I do mean suffers) from allergies, joined me.
How sweet was that?!
It was a guilty pleasure.
Not that patio time is a guilt filled activity. Normally--it's not.
Yesterday, I made it one....I'd gone home ill Thursday evening and it stretched into Friday morning with a half a headache.
I just didn't seem to be able to gather the energy (or desire) to work with it--so I went in, took care of a few things and got out while the getting was good.
If you're sick on Friday, you don't show your face to the outside world all weekend, right? (one more testimony of Mel's rigid thinking, maybe?)
Himself convinced me it was perfectly 'okay' to patio sit......and he'd rubber stamp it by sitting with me. (whadda guy, huh?)
So we sat on the swing, in the sun...and the critters were greatly disturbed, despite my familiar greetings to each and every one of them.
C'mere Mr. Bunny! C'mon......c'mere!!
Helllllllllloooooooo Harry!
Helllllllllloooooooo Sally!!
Helllllllllloooooooo Dudes!!
Helllllllllloooooooo Gus birdies!!!!
C'mout c'mout wherever you are, Frank!!!!
Rawrrrrrr......
Mr. Bunny wouldn't even venture into the yard.
Talking scared the Gus birdies away, Harry and Sally were skiddish and yakking unhappily about our presence, the Nut Hatchery Dudes wouldn't even look at me......and Frank--was nowhere to be seen.
How sweet was that?!
It was a guilty pleasure.
Not that patio time is a guilt filled activity. Normally--it's not.
Yesterday, I made it one....I'd gone home ill Thursday evening and it stretched into Friday morning with a half a headache.
I just didn't seem to be able to gather the energy (or desire) to work with it--so I went in, took care of a few things and got out while the getting was good.
If you're sick on Friday, you don't show your face to the outside world all weekend, right? (one more testimony of Mel's rigid thinking, maybe?)
Himself convinced me it was perfectly 'okay' to patio sit......and he'd rubber stamp it by sitting with me. (whadda guy, huh?)
So we sat on the swing, in the sun...and the critters were greatly disturbed, despite my familiar greetings to each and every one of them.
C'mere Mr. Bunny! C'mon......c'mere!!
Helllllllllloooooooo Harry!
Helllllllllloooooooo Sally!!
Helllllllllloooooooo Dudes!!
Helllllllllloooooooo Gus birdies!!!!
C'mout c'mout wherever you are, Frank!!!!
Rawrrrrrr......
Mr. Bunny wouldn't even venture into the yard.
Talking scared the Gus birdies away, Harry and Sally were skiddish and yakking unhappily about our presence, the Nut Hatchery Dudes wouldn't even look at me......and Frank--was nowhere to be seen.
*sigh*
Winter undoes all my efforts in shared time with the critters.
Guess that just means that more patio time is required. (Oh dear! What a shame!)
Yes.....the neighbors think I'm over the edge.
Hey......maybe it's cuz himself was with me!!!!!!
Oh...... That would be sad.....
2 comments:
maybe it's still too cold?
maybe you need little critter sized quilts?
maybe the rawrrring scares them away?
(what will the coworkers think after all this patio sitting and you going back to work with a tan.....tee hee)
I think you're used to dealing with critters with larger cerebral cortexs. These little one have to learn to trust you again. Did you bring any hor 'devers or appetizers? I doubt it was The Brit, they've seen him before, particularly taking pictures. I say take food next time. The way to any critter's heart is through its stomach.
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