Oh, Pearl is a cutie.
Go baby GO!
Look at that hair!
I had the chance to scope out what needs to be trimmed along the fence line but will probably wait until spring to start hacking away at it. We have native Cedars serving as windbreaks but I don’t know if the ones with berries are a different gender than the berryless ones, or a different species. Husband would know or I could look it up.
The Pear trees, Pines and Maples aren’t going to stay, over time. The Pears are large and near the end of their lifespan so they’ll go, soon, on their own but we'll surely help them along. Dead trees aren't attractive and dying trees are worse. The Pines and Maples aren’t nice trees so we’ll say goodbye to them when the time is right. They will probably go before the Pears do. We want to bring in some Caddo Maples, an indigenous hardwood Maple that has a lovely shape and color. As for the Cedars, people tend to love or hate them. They can be sticky, draw webworms and are a fire hazard. However, we fall into the category of Cedar lovers so we’ll probably end up planting more to close up a place on the north side of the house to provide additional privacy and a windbreak.
We have a pump out front. I kind of like it.
Evelyn got so excited, I had to make her lay down to get herself under control.
Pearl has not bothered any of the presents and, in fact, will be losing her crate this evening because she has decided she simply is too big a girl to remain confined. She hasn’t had any accidents since we got here and has been very good about not destroying things so we’ll grant her wish.
I thoroughly enjoyed walking on the Bermuda grass. Back in Virginia, the grass is pretty and green but quickly becomes saturated with mud. Not here. The grass goes dormant and yellow/brown but will lush right up as soon as spring starts knocking. In the meantime, it provides a spongy walk and strongly resists getting muddy.
I noticed the Pear trees were putting out buds.
That is typical Oklahoma stuff. It gets warm and the plants are fooled into thinking spring is on the way, then they get zapped at the next freeze. My grandmother always fretted that we'd lose a whole crop of whatever budded but we never did. So I don't worry about it, now.
While I was out walking, my father-in-law stopped by to work on something out in the workshop. I promptly asked him to put handles on my quilt presser (my large block of wood that I set on top of my blocks right after I press them to get them to dry flat). He didn’t have large enough screws but promised to pick some up from the hardware store later this afternoon.
An old friend of Husband’s dropped by and they went back out shopping at the gun store and the grocery store. Manly men that they are, they brought home eggs and bread. I can hear them down the hall chatting – not the words but just the low rumble of good friends catching up with the occasional male chuckle thrown in that makes the walls hum and the house feel safe.
Long years ago, Husband opened a fortune cookie and liked what was predicted for him. He has kept that fortune paper sitting on the window sill for several years. While I was walking in the yard, I glanced down at a fluttering piece of paper and bent to retrieve it. It was the fortune that had somehow blown out of our boxes and landed where I would find it. Here it is:
Penny, Evelyn and Pearl