Meow! Welcome back to my garden. I've been without a lot of help this past week. My furriend and garden companion, the cat formerly known as Freeta Bandeeta, has been inside my house locked in a room. I knew all along he was a boy. A girl cat knows these things. I thought it was funny...I was LMAO for months! Silly humans.
We're calling him Figaro. We're still not sure he's staying for good, but I'm purring for that to happen.
Anyway, good help is hard to find. Until he recovers from his illness and he can come out in the garden again I'm on my own in helping my dad.
Dad has been working on the garden patio for 2 years now. It's a lot of work, but he's hoping to finish it this summer. The gravel is in and the bamboo have been put in pots by the fence. Dad sunk the pots in the ground and put pretty pebbles all around. A garden cat has to be good at snoopervising the hardscape as well as plantings.
We have booberries planted by one of our fences. Mom says they are blueberries, but they aren't blue yet so I'm not so sure she's right. We'll see.
The cottonwood tree is blowing it's cotton all over our yard. You can see me and Grete hanging out in it. It looks like snow, but it's not cold.
Although Figaro is not out in the yard with me, he's still helping me...he's inside helping mom with my post! I knew he wouldn't let me down!