They were gone by mid-morning, off to find other blue skies, red rocks and the whole wide world. I kind of missed them.
April 15 is infamous as tax day, but in these parts it’s also been depended on as the date of the last killing frost of spring. I have been out checking the fruit trees, and they have been fine, however Mother Nature brought us one later frost, at least here in my yard, and now the apricots are gone. If earlier years are any indication, and they should be, there will be apricot trees here in the valley that have fruit. I’ll be keeping my eye out come midsummer.
I am harboring a thief. I’ve known it for years, but he’s becoming more and more brazen. The culprit, of course, is my little dog, Mr. March. It’s widely accepted that chocolate is not good for dogs. Tell that to March. I can’t leave the smallest piece of chocolate within his smelling distance (hearing for that matter), or it’s gone.
Same for wieners. I eat few of those, so have little experience with his wiener thievery. However, one night last week a group of young people was enjoying the firepit beside Mill Creek, in my side yard.
Suddenly, March burst through the dog door, followed closely by the previous owner of a package of wieners, now held tight in March’s teeth. He was quickly relieved of his booty, and everybody but March was happy
Everyone has a sleepless night occasionally I guess. Last night (Tuesday) was one for me. During the course of the night, I tried all the recliners in the house, along with a little pillow and down comforter. No luck. As morning crept around the blinds in my room, I finally sought my bed and found a few Zs.