Home for a quick visit a couple of weeks ago. Gave the lawn a long-overdue mow, then spent a little time wandering around with Ozzie and Harriet, inspecting the late-summer/early-fall jardin. Here's what the deux chats think about manual labour:
But once the work is done, they can be persuaded to join in the walk-about.
Lots to see: the apples are hanging on, the spiders are working hard, the ceanothus is so relieved I didn't hack it back that it is having a second bloom.
We headed around to check out the asters and the helianthus.
This is when Harriet remembered what is really great about a freshly mown lawn. Quite apart from the fact that it is pretty, and easier for someone whose belly is only a few inches off the ground to walk across, there is also inevitably some inadvertently-shorn cat mint.
Whoa! Quel arôme!
Mmmmmmmmm.
MMMMMMMMMmmmmyumyumyum.
Oh yeah, this is great stuff.
Life is good.
