Today is my last day at work. This morning, I went out on the stoop with my coffee and shared the world waking up with the barn cats. Slim came over immediately and demanded my attention. He crawled up the front of my shirt and nuzzled in deep. As I stroked him, I wondered why outside he is much more friendly than he is indoors? Indoors, I can barely get close to him and he sprays wherever he may be. But outside, he is a lap kitty and a snug bug and surprisingly, he doesn’t spray.

We sat and watched the bluejays attempt to rob Brook of her food. They are brazen these birds and they fly to the lower branches of the pine trees and scold her for not sharing. Not even when she barks at them, do they fly away.

Chappy is laying on the well house roof. Turner comes out from under the house looks at me with great suspicion and darts back under again. I see Baker peched on the fence post staring intently down into the long grasses. I suspect there is another trophy in my future- though the other day waking up to yet another mole, I thought to myself, “man I would rather wake up to hairballs!” All is peaceful at 5:00 a.m. The prediction is for 80 degree weather and then rain back in the forecast for tomorrow. My garden is still drowning and the soil is to wet to till right now.

Well, time to get started with my day. I have cats to feed, a dog to walk and a husband to change bandages on. Then it is off to work for one last final time.