Special Guest Star Halvor basks in the welcome sunshine on the patio. . . .
Effie enjoys a bit of shade near a chair.
Effie checks out a blackberry branch. She probably doesn’t mind that the blackberries have all been picked. Behind her are ripening Flame grapes.
Happy girl in a pleasant garden!
Our first turnip of the season is small, but it will be sweet.
Effie permits Halvor a rare visit within Effieland’s bounds, where they share a hearty embrace.
Effie and Halvor have a bit of a tiff, and he departs Effieland sulkily. I pet him and invite him to come up to the chicken ark with me to check for eggs; he is cheered but reserved.
We joined millions of caddisflies at the pond after dinner yesterday, and they were worth the bother of being swarmed by tiny bugs tickling our faces. The fish we aspired to catch love to jump up and catch and eat caddisflies, and they become so excited that they seem eventually to work up an appetite for our pretty enameled steel lures. In a little over an hour, we had each caught four trout–one short of our allowable limits–but it was growing dark. My husband cleans each fish as soon as it’s caught, and puts it in a bag with ice until we get home and put all the cleaned fish into the freezer to await canning.
This afternoon we returned to the pond after lunch, when no caddisflies were assembled; we caught just two trout each. The twelve from our two fishing outings are now in Mason jars, steaming in the canner.
I was delighted to see that the turtles have just returned to the pond.
Effieland protects Effie from errant dogs, other cats, raccoons, eagles, hawks, coyotes, and cougars (which are rare and we’ve never seen one on our property, though one accosted a man in his barn a few miles away). Effieland also protects our grapes, raspberries, blackberries, strawberries, flowers, turnips, and Effie’s catnip.
Effie tiptoes through this Spring’s first flax.
Effieland’s first strawberry blossom of the year
Halvor suns himself outside of Effieland. Effie does not share her space too commendably.
Effie’s catnip grows in a pot on a shelf above her reach. I give her leaves and she lets me hang out with her.
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The little chicks are growing up, and in about four months they will become producers of eggs. Vic built them a larger hutch, and, thankfully, they no longer require heat lamps.
Halvor appears to have taken over the tractor, but I don’t think he has a key. . .
She who rules Effieland and its adjoining house
Grass is such a wonderful place. . .
and a wonderful thing to eat!
Outside the bounds of Effieland, Effie’s people have lilacs in bud.
Halvor hangs out under the spirea garland, which has a few surviving branches in bloom after significant frost damage.
A few sprigs of garland survived.
Now budding are the few tulips that escaped consumption by deer.
Effie seeks shade beneath her chair. It’s a beautiful warm day!
Effie is a slender cat, but she is nonetheless very proud of her tummy. . .
Waking or sleeping, Halvor knows that his bigness is part of his charm. . .
Halvor has a supervised visit in Effieland. Effie greets him warmly; Halvor greets her in kind.
Moments later, her mood changes. She takes a swipe at him. He hisses at her. It makes me anxious and I miss the shot. I open the gate for Halvor; he is desperately ready to leave. I assure him the tiff was entirely Effie’s fault. I promise him I will work with her on her hospitality.
“I’m just not a play-group person. . .”