I feel like I haven't written a blog post in forever, even though it has only been less than a week. The weather has been a bit wet - rain one day, then beautiful the next, or rain in the morning, then clearing up for a glorious afternoon. I've been spending my days doing two days - working in the gardens (yes, I now have more than one!) and sitting with our newly one-eyed cat, Molokai. He is the striped one in the photo below, which was taken before the surgery. I did not want to take a photo of him now, it just didn't feel right. About three years ago, his right eye changed color. There was no other visible change, so we did not think too much about it. Then almost a month ago now, we noticed a mass in his eyeball. The vet said that whether the tumor was malignant or not, it was obviously growing and needed to be removed. So he had two weeks of antibiotics, then the surgery, which went fine, and now he has been in isolation in my daughter's bedroom for the past two weeks. As if that isn't depressing enough (for a cat who is hardly ever alone - just look at that picture below), he has had to wear a wide plastic collar around his neck so that he did not scratch his stitches. He does not seem to be that affected by the loss of the eye, but we'll see how things go when he has to tackle the entire house filled with dogs.
It is that time of year again - baby bird season! Ruby, our Corgi who is always on the hunt, caught her first baby of the season. Luckily my husband and I were both outside at the time - I corralled the other dogs while my husband chased down Ruby and convinced her to drop the bird. It did not appear injured - she likes to carry them around the yard rather than eat them - and he climbed up the ladder and returned it to the nesting box. It was one of the House Sparrows, which have a large colony in our shed rafters.
I mowed the grass for the second time of the year and the little babe ran around the yard before me, collecting all of the dandelions, violets, and garlic mustard. I left a couple patches of small pink wildflowers unmowed. I'm glad she appreciates the little things in life.
Everything in the yard is green, that vibrant green that only happens at this time of year. It looks so lovely in the late evening light and while I haven't been feeling inspired lately, I did try to capture the light on the raspberries. They are looking very promising.
We have a ton of stuff going on in the garden - herbs, garlic, greens, seeds sown, seedlings transplanted. My mint is already almost out of control, so we collected three big handfuls yesterday and made fresh mint milkshakes with raw cream and maple syrup. I've thought about taking pictures of the garden, but I just have this feeling that if I get really excited about the possibilities and prospects of producing so much good food, something will happen - groundhogs, chipmunks, hail, ducks, the list goes on and on. So just know that we're trying and I'm spending my days in the yard with my garden partner.