Halvor, Effie’s foster bro, likes sometimes to man my husband’s tractor while hanging out in the shop.
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Effie is an only Cat, and she is very sweet, but she will not readily share her toys or her food, or especially her catnip growing in a large plastic flower pot (visible in her front paws) in Effieland!
Effie likes a dark room with a sunny window.
After five weeks, we returned to the Snake River upstream of Asotin to fish for bass. I caught an 11-1/2 incher on my first cast, and after about an hour and a half, neither of us caught any more, though I lost two lures to hungry rocks.
The day was spectacularly beautiful: sunny, with contour and light accenting the basalt hills across the water.
My husband took all the photos.
A hard rain was falling; it morphed briefly into hail, and ended with the sun returning, evidently indecisive. Minutes before I had picked and stemmed one and a half pounds of Flame grapes.
Hail sparkled for a little while on our deck, and quickly melted under the determined sun.
Autumn’s sunlit colors prevail.
Even set to low heat, the top of the dryer is a cozy spot for thin-furred Effie. The temperature outdoors was 37° when she came in from a morning romp around Effieland, and earlier it had hit 32°.
I had finished my chores and eaten lunch, and decided to go outside to Effieland and pick some more Flame grapes while proprietress Effie napped inside.
I picked a pound and five ounces in a couple of minutes, and it took another 10 minutes or so to rinse and stem the grapes. Effie slept through the whole project, completely incurious.
Flames are now my favorite variety of grape. They are sweet with zing, and festively colorful.
Earwigs tend to like grapes as well. Earwigs are also my least favorite bug. With fair consistency, one will emerge from the grapes while I am rinsing them and race creepily along my hand. One did this as I rinsed the grapes I picked today. I flicked the slithery creature into the drain and provided a hot-water escort to hasten its journey.