My weary soul was safely tucked in bed, resting - - but I forced my reluctant and aching body outside to do some long-neglected work.
It was late afternoon and intriguingly warm (the nights are still chilly). I grabbed an old rusty pair of shears (clippers?) with which I was determined to attack the forces of unbridled nature that surround me.
What??
Thorns. I'm talking about weird, wild, nasty bushes loaded with dangerous thorns. There are no flowers on these monstrosities, only thorns. They eagerly populate the back part of my property all the way up to the forest.
Last summer they were so thick that I was afraid to go near them. By autumn I summoned the courage to tackle a few of them, but my inspiration quickly waned.
So here I am, in early spring, chopping the hell out of them - trying to keep them away from the house. With only work gloves, clippers (shears?), and help from the Almighty Lord.
I only threw that in to piss off the atheists.
There was a strange, sort-of-smokey haze all afternoon. It lingered in the air like the finale of a smouldering brush fire. I don't know what the source was, but it looked eerie.
Was there any doubt that I would capture the essence of the afternoon with my El Cheapo camera?
I'll give you a moment to catch your breath and ponder the situation.
I have a lot more photos of the thorns but I'll spare you.
How about the weird afternoon haze?
The roof of my shack (lower right)
I'm guilty of talking about the damn cats too much, but it's EXTREMELY rare to get a photo of all three of them together. I snapped these quickie pics when I let them out on the back porch this morning.
Bosco and Scruffy on the porch and Scratch (Kitzee) eating some grass.
Here are the trio of felines running to the carpet. The previous owners of this place left a hideous old carpet on the back porch. The cats enjoy laying on it to catch the morning sun.
Purrrfect harmony.
At least for the moment.
