The Sunday Morning Muse, June 3, 2012

It's a chilly Sunday morning with clouds, and could really be a lot worse for the the raccoon looking helplessly from the box trap.It's not raining. He is bored and out of options. He will like his new home in the State Gamelands. The meals may not be as good as what he finds around here, but at least he will get a bit of peace and quiet instead of some crazy woman screaming and yelling at him to "get out of here" every night.

That said, the cat that wandered into that same trap last night probably won't be back either. The minute the
door was opened yesterday, he took off like he was shot out of a cannon.I never minded the cat though. He was a bit skittish and it was the first time I saw him close up. Rather a handsome cat really. With a highly agitato face. He was always good for eating the leftovers of the picky and spoiled cats who actually do live here.

The other varmints who live here include a rather large groundhog and a mother rabbit with ONE baby rabbit. One!  Oh...there have to be more....but for now, just one. Every morning more of the Sweet Sultans are missing and I suspect the bunnies. Or a pesky chipmunk. I haven't grown Sweet Sultans before, and now I suspect I won't have any left to see them actually grow big enough to bloom.

The Sunday Morning Muse, April 1, 2012

April Rain Song

Let the rain kiss you

Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops

Let the rain sing you a lullaby

The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk

The rain makes running pools in the gutter

The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night

And I love the rain.

Langston Hughes

April is here. April is the month of hope for me. January, February and March are all months of endurance. By the time we get to the fourth month I just start feeling better about things. It is a month of rain and thunderstorms, with the green color coming back in the woods, and plenty of critters coming out of hiding, like my old friend the big groundhog who lives in the dump. How did he get so fat in winter? The rabbits will be out in full force soon in the back yard, too.


The color is coming back in the Japanese maples out front. And the color may sometime return to my own cheeks without the help of Maybelline.  It's time to battle the jaggerbushes near the grapevine (over 8 feet tall!)


April means The Masters is on TV starting next week and I can see the beautiful Georgia golf course with the magnolias and beautiful landscaping.  And of course this year, I'll have some good-natured arguments with friends about whether women should be allowed to join the golf club. Old Hootie can't live forever. He was the face of "NO" several years ago when all this flared up. The latest issue is whether IBM's new CEO, who just happens to have breasts, will be able to join.  I'm thinking No, again. Hell, they didn't let blacks join until 1990. It's become more about power and money, TV sponsorships, and PGATour Event hosting than it is about women actually golfing.


I'd personally like to see her join if she actually wants to. Maybe it's because I'm still pissed off about having to eat on the porch of a local country club because women aren't allowed in the grill room. That was where participants had dinner after the golf event I was in. I golfed in a club hosted event at the time with my other golf partners, (who did not have breasts, so they were welcome in the grill room). They decided they would rather eat with me on the porch. It is a situation that I never thought I would experience, and I admit I was quite taken by suprize to be barred from a grill room. Do the men eat naked in there or something?

Leftovers Problem....Solved!

At least someone who lives here isn't picky. This is my new garbage disposal. He eats rather well. Leftover roast and potatoes yesterday.