In the spring I noticed a vine invading some of my roses in the front yard. I’m a big fan of volunteers so I decided to let it grow just to see what it would develop into. Now I have strange, large, green, fruit hanging from the thing and I can’t figure out what exactly it is.
It’s been like three weeks since, right after dark, I took Feo Dos out of his cage, drove to a woodsy, secluded location and sent him on his way. As far as rescuing possums go I am now 2 for 2. Could become a professional rescuer. I have to admit that it was all a lot easier than it could’ve been, both babys were already weened by the time they came under my care.
Everybody who knows me, knows I like BBQ and has probably heard me exault the supremacy of charcoal and wood over gas. Well... I just might have to eat one of my hats on this one. The jury isn't out just yet but thanks to recession pricing I am giving a gas grill a fair burn.
The hot days of August are slowly giving way to Fall chills - well at least the nights are getting to where you might want to wear a light, long-sleeved, shirt. Soon the butterflies that seem to traverse my yard, back and forth, all day during the warm days of summer will be gone.
This year Margo and me celebrated our 21st wedding anniversary. Not a biggy. We went to Frenchy's Bistro for dinner, drank some champaign, very mellow. Last year, for our 20th, Margo gave me a real nice, silver, interlocking, heart ring. It's been missing now for several months and although I "knew" it was someplace in the house and Margo hadn't noticed yet, I was starting to get worried.