Friday February 22, 2008
Yesterday the grass got its first cut of the year as Graham worked under lowering skies to get the job done before the rains came.
I should have got my camera out but I was too busy enjoying the spectacle and providing witty ripostes as he pushed the mower up and down our little patch of grass.
“This garden is too small for you,” I said. “You need something much bigger.”
He didn’t agree exactly, but he did admit he’s really happy when he’s gardening.
“Makes me feel good,” he said.
“That’s endorfo-whatsits, I suspect.”
“Could be. Tea helps, too.”
So the grass got done, the skies darkened over, and Dolly went out for a tour of inspection. The wind came up, ruffling her fur and she came waddling indoors, all disgusted and disgruntled.
“That cat’s a whuss,” said Graham.
“No she’s not. She’s a Maine Coon.”
“I thought they were supposed to be tough, all tundra-cat, and wild with it.”
“I don’t remember them saying that, but then I lost the operator’s handbook years ago.”
“You’re always losing operator’s handbooks.”
“I know. It’s got something to do with quantum, I suspect.”
“You sure it’s nothing to do with tea?”