A few days ago, I headed out to the garden to do some weeding with the kids. As I left the door and waited for them to follow, I realized that the wisteria arbor above my head was issuing a low huuuuuummmm.
Spring had errupted in my yard. The kids set about to chasing drunken bees.
Over night, the arbors over the patio and at the end of the pool, look as if they are cover by a thick lavendar chenille spread.
Today was lovely. A soft warm breeze, slightly overcast, quiet. Finally spring-like!
Hud and I started planting the garden yesterday, so today, the kids and I soldiered on without him.
We weeded the bed in front of the Shicken. Simone was of great assisstance.
You could probably tell from the dirt in her ruff that she is quite handy at hole digging. In fact, she majored in it as a undergrad.
Boudreaux was...Boudreaux. He splashed across the pool cover, leapt over brick walls and fencing, around the backyard, under the azaleas, over the pool deck and into the garden with a crashing stop at my hunched over body.
Bou hab eggsellent adbenture. Gardening pffun.
It was all going very well until I turned to ask Zali how he was getting along with the weeding and discovered that he had dug up one of my newly planted cabbages! He had chomped it down to the roots.
Whut? Eet wuz zee qualitee cuntroll, Muhzer!
Now, I knew he and Simone could not be trusted with broccoli, but cabbages?!?! Le sigh. He looks remorseful, but I had to stop him from murdering the rest of the crop, the little buggar. That's the look of a guilty man, not a sorry one. No wait. Guilty and sorry. That's more like it.
Time of death - 10:39. Farewell, mon petit chou. I hardly knew ye.
Bou and Simone took the death seriously and decided to be on their best behavior for the remainder of the outing. Zali went up to the house, pouting. He stayed by the back door yipping to go in. Seems I had spoiled all his fun.
I finished planting cucumbers, beets, bush beans and Thai eggplant. The three of us joined him at the door when it was time to start making lunch.
A very fine spring morning, inspite of the carnage.
I turned the page on fifty and became fifty-one at six thirty-two in the morning. I'm one of those people who rejoices in their birthday, always happy to be older. I'm quite sure that at some point in the coming year, I will start referring to myself as fifty-two. Yes, I round up. It started on my thirty-ninth birthday. As my age came up and I told it, the person asking would respond with a wink, "How many years will that be?" BAHAHAHAHAHAHA. You' re a laugh riot. So I started saying that I was forty. The reply was always swift and always the same, "OH! You really don't look it!"
So I round. I round up. It's my thing. Pretty soon, I'm going to start saying that I'm sixty. 'Cause I look unbelievable for sixty! Hey! I look awful for twenty-eight. But sixty? Hawt.
I like to do new things on my birthday and this year, at the Memphis Zoo, they have a new temporary exhibit, Sting Ray Bay. Why would I go to the zoo when I live in one you ask? They have animals there. Duh. As one of the few animals I have never touched, we went to feed the sting rays!
Scary right? Okay. True confessions? I have a fear of large fish. And some of these were three feet in diameter. Because they are trained for this, these animals loved to be touched. They fly around the edges of the tank, gliding under your outstretched hand. Surprisingly, the sting rays weren't sand paper-like as I expected. You know, like a shark's skin. They felt soft and fleshy. A baby's butt. Very unusual. The luck of my birthday had us arrive at feeding time! (11:00-12:00 and 2:00-3:00, I believe)
I screwed my courage to the sticking place and bought a cup of sardines and shrimp. You place the fish between your fingers in the middle of your palm and hold the palm flat. Stick your hand into the water and they swarm you as they smell it. The one who wins the prize is the one that reaches you first, slides up your palm and sucks the fish out of your hand! It's thrilling and frightening and ohhhh! I can't wait to do it again!
As a bonus, the bears were all very active and enjoying the weather. The pandas were in the outdoor enclosure for a change. Instead of snoozing indoors, reared up on a pile of bamboo, looking like they need a beer and a remote in either paw.
I know. He was walking around and everything. Exciting. You just don't understand.
And the grizzlies were catching trout in their river, play fighting and eating.
He was ginormous.
We went to one of my favorite places, Dejavu and had the boudin, Big Easy Pasta and Bananas Foster Cheesecake. Let that sink in. Bananas. Foster. Cheesecake. To die for. Then we headed on over to the movie theatre in midtown and saw Silver Linings Playbook.
And Hud gave me a little diamond Eiffel Tower to waer around my neck to remind me that we'll always have Paris.
Fifty-one may not be so bad. I might call it for the whole year.