A week's worth

How can it be! a week since my last post! Guess the days are going faster and I'm going slower.

We've had rain rain rain lately. Oh the sun comes out, but just long enough to make things really hot and humid, or trigger a thunderstorm. I can hardly wait for that first cool fall day when you can pull a sweater out from the back of the closet.

Aren't kitty cats funny?

 this is Smokey aka Mokey, Mokey Mae, and Moke Moke . He answers to them all.

and this is where he sits, just outside the front steps, looking real pitiful, like he can't jump over the rocks and monkey grass...

and all the while, I am calling to him. But then let me cross over to help him and he jumps.

Just before dark when I close the chickens up for the night and start back to the house, Smokey meets me and runs, weaving in and out of my steps all the way back to the house.  I've told him again and again that he is going to make me fall. Then I pick him up and we go inside together. He is such a sweetie.

 silly kitty

 Oh friends, the knobs and pulls arrived and we couldn't wait...

It is a good change from the white knobs, so I am content with the old honey oak stained cabinets for a while longer.

and the little red corner. Vic, if you're seeing this, I am still loving the red canisters!

and speaking of red...

We've been without an umbrella all summer. Poppy called me from work one day last week and asked, "do you still want an umbrella for the yard, Food Lion has reduced their's to $26.00...they have red, dark green, and white". How about the red one, I asked. 

Okay, I've hobbled back inside to finish this post. Remember my swing? Oh, I posted about it several times way back in 2013.

It was still pretty new here...

this was early last spring and the jute rope was beginning to show wear. Jute will rot over time.

Poppy swinging last summer.

Anyhow, after walking Eli, I sat down in the swing and said to Poppy, "you really don't think the rope will break if I swing". I do love a swing. No, it will not break, he said. So, I sat down in the swing, walked myself backwards, lifted my feet, and swung forward, feeling the cooling wind hit my face...but on the way back down, the rope on the left side broke, dumping me on the ground. Oh, it must have been a funny sight.

See the row of bricks there at Poppy's feet? That's where I landed. There will be bruises for sure, but I'm okay, nothing broken. :) Poppy has already been on line ordering thirty feet of nylon rope. 

Good grief, what a post! Seems like about one post a week is all I can manage, so there is much to talk about. Thank you for listening. Hope to be back real soon.

Love,
Henny

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