It didn’t take a lot of persuading to get him to rip the ancient rose (read= old and diseased) out of the ground with the Bronco and a tow chain. The holes….let’s just say that took a little simpering and a lot of babysitting (short attention span theater)
E and J came over and brought me a barn cat. Well, more like a spoiled house cat with an attitude. Funny, the minute that type of kitty gets ’released’ up here, the attitude dissolves, if only for a short time while they go through “what the holy fuck???!?!!, what do you mean no sofa??? I have to sleep OUTSIDE??!?”
Sake helped too, sorta. There’s a reason you don’t see a lot of Japanese Chins as working farm dogs. First, they can’t even SPELL the word work. Second, they’re far too stupid to get out of the way of anything (bigger dogs, water from the hose, the hose itself, clods of flying dirt, livestock, things that bite and sting, etc.) Mostly Sake watched, and absorbed sunshine.
Who really knows what they talked about, we were busy digging and talking about worms. And avoiding errant piles of cat crap. I told you, the garden beds (giant litterbox) were in desperate need of tending. We tended.
Somewhere around 6pm the temperature took a dive, like, hard. E and J gave up, took their eggs (everyone who visits goes home with eggs, the chickens are pumping out over a dozen a day, christ) and headed back to Oakland.
I made the promised rack of babyback ribs for AtH tonight (hole for ribs trade, seemed fair). But damn, it is motherfucking cold out there right now. 35 degrees says the thermometer. Geez. Glad we didn’t put out the seedlings I’ve been growing for the past 2 months. Would kill em for sure tonight. This may be the last frost, fingers crossed.