Happy Father’s Day!

AND THE BEAT GOES ON

A warm breeze is blowing across my side porch where I’m writing with the pups at my side napping away. Little Sophie is 13 today but still bounces around like a puppy. I now have 2 doggie teenagers!

The woods are a lush green and my garden is popping with a bountiful amount of gorgeous blooms. The Blue Bells, ferns, and Peonies are magnificent, as are the first Roses of the year.

A close-up photo of my Peonies

All the bird houses have baby birdies that chirp constantly looking for food. The moms and pops are going for the protein: worms and bugs to keep them happy. A fledgling blue bird couldn’t make it back to its house and I donned gloves and reluctantly helped it re-enter knowing that human scent could deter the mom and pop from taking care of it. I’m not sure of the outcome but it was so cool to have a little chick trust me to help. The resident Gartner snake, fat and long, is back and loves the warm driveway. He, or she, is lethargic and won’t even budge unless I stomp on the ground. Many times, there is a huge bulge in its mid-section, a mouse, frog or toad, I’m guessing. I am not a reptile lover but glad to share my homestead as long as it’s outside. My biggest concern is that Maddie or Sophia will get interested and snapped at. Frog buddies are not back in residence in the fountain yet, but I’ve got lots of beautiful little green tree frogs on my windows, attracted by the lights

Tomatoes, eggplant, herbs and peppers have been planted and are thriving. I hope to have another bumper crop of tomatoes that I’ll freeze to get me through the winter. It would be much easier, and the produce just as good, to buy my veggies at a local farmer’s market, but the joy I get from walking out the back door to my little garden patch can’t be topped.

A glimpse at what I'm throwing on the grill for Father's Day!

Remember this Sunday is Father’s Day. The first Father’s Day was celebrated on June 19, 1910, but it wasn’t until 1972 that President Richard Nixon signed it into law. It is always the 3rd Sunday in June. I always grilled for my Dad and will do so in his memory Sunday. It will be just the “girls” and I, so I’ll do veggies for myself and share a chicken breast with my furry buddies.

Love you, Dad!!!
Make It a Million Dollar Day!
XXOO,
Mary, Maddie, Sophie and Galant