At this very moment, our three-footed cat is sitting on the computer table, what's left of her tail flicking furiously, ears lowered, and she's wishing the window weren't stopping her from being the mighty hunter. And, I'm pretty sure the mocking bird hopping around on the patio is doing it on purpose.
That's pretty much been my life lately . . . me, ears lowered, simultaneously wishing the window weren't there and grateful for it at the same time, and I'm reasonably certain the mocking birds in my life are doing it on purpose.
On the upside . . . I have been harvesting snow peas daily, have squashes just about ready to fry up, and I've recently found three tiny little tomatoes on my plant. I am a farmer. A raiser of
crops. See:
crops. See:
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Why do you think they're called "mocking birds"?
My peas are doing well in the garden this year, and the asparagus looks like it might actually mature in a year or two, but nothing else seems to be doing very well for some reason. I'm glad my family isn't depending on me for our vittles...
I salute you and your farmerness!
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