Saturday, 28 November 2021
I woke at seven. My sleep patterns changed with vertigo, because my brain gets tired earlier at night. Allan remains a night owl, so I usually read the news and maybe listen to a guided meditation. I have lived with early birds before and know how irksome it can be when they start crashing around the house at dawn.
At the early for me hour of nine AM, I went across the street to plant a few bulbs (some narcissi and some Dutch Iris) at the J Crew Cottage. The predicted rain lightly began while I was there.

When I returned home, Allen had made oatmeal. I suggested we plant the bulbs at the post office before the predicted 35 mph wind arrived. He agreed, although not with enthusiasm. To this volunteer garden I contributed some Allium christophii and schubertii and some Dutch Iris from the purchased bulbs, and some divided and replanted assorted narcissi, and some tulips from the compost bins that may or may not be big enough bulbs to have a flower next year.




I surprised Allan with the plan to also plant some narcissi divisions under the four street trees at the nearby intersection. Earlier this year, a volunteer group had removed all the good plants along with weeds and stripped out so much soil that when we rescued the remaining bulbs by removing landscape fabric that the volunteers had applied, I suspected that a great many little bulbs had been removed in the digging out of plants. Some bulb foliage is poking up, but adding a few more would not go amiss.



Even wearing raincoats, we were pretty drenched when we got home.
Allan worked in the rain disassembling the bear-damaged front fence.


I changed to dry clothes and then got drenched twice more while getting empty pots from the greenhouse and then, after potting up eight trays of alliums in the dry garage, making room for the filled pots on outdoor tables and then bringing the filled pots outdoors.
Allan went looking for our delinquent cat Skooter to no avail. As Our Kathleen said, his motto is Live Free or Die. When he does come home lately, he is not drenched despite the rain and he only comes for one snack a day sometimes, so we think he has a second home now. I wonder, if this is true, will be behave nicely, and for how long until he started spraying in the house.
While in his fruitless quest for our runaway, Allan took some photos of the Bogsy Wood and cleaned the bear poo off of the swale bridge.




Our other three cats are advertisements for why it can be nice to share a home with cats. Faerie is the only snuggly one of the three, so there are not enough cats to go around and we compete for her company. At this moment, she is mine.

6:30 PM: He finally came home, ate food, had treats, vocalized his frustrations and then settled down.


