Pond’s frozen. Our friend Joan is out gardening. Spring fever is starting to hit.
We’re meeting Joan for lunch today if she’s not standing out in her garden as a stiff and frosty garden elf.
Time, however, to get out and get some stuff. If we don’t stop for cat food our lives will be in danger.
We have however, been able to diet the poundage off our two incipient meatloafs—took them off dry kibble and began feeding these little tubs of actual chicken and salmon we get at Petco: grain-free, actual shredded meat that looks like people food, but has what the kitties need in the way of taurine, etc. Our kitties instead of sleeping all day are beginning to climb their cat trees and wrestle — and yowl —
And both of them now have waists.
Come spring, I swear, I’m getting us back to our diets.
Mmmn. Plumeria’s beautiful, but I fear it would freeze its little buds off in snowy Spokane. Jasmine, however…
But postage and regs are probably against it.
My new as of last spring witch hazel is buried under 4+ feet of snow, maybe more. We also got three camellias last year we decided to take a gamble on, which are just nearly hardy in the Boston area — one’s actually a tea bush (which is why we got it, of course). They are so thoroughly buried I have no idea where they are in the back yard. We’ll see if snow immersion helps or hinders their sensitivity to wind burn and sun scald.