Most mornings now, the cats will find their way to the acre of brambles and bushes they used to roam freely just a couple months ago. Evenings, they would return with cockleburs wound in their fur, and meowing from the discomfort. Her would carefully brush them out and back they would go, next day. But as the heat and sun of the season have come on, their acre is no longer as user-friendly.
So, they sit at the edge and look. I wonder what goes through their cat minds? Do they sit and ponder? Do they long for days past? Eventually, a flying bug will distract them and they will ninja air-jump and chase off.
I better appreciate the lyrics in the song by Johnny Horton.
"Yeah they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go"
Friday afternoon starting a hot weekend.
Yes, I know the humidity is low. But I am good for 10 minutes outside in the shade before I am wringing wet.-------------
The tomato plants love the heat. They are watered twice a day and on the lunch/dinner table every day in some fashion. Peppers are doing fine, zucchini and yellow squash have slowed down, string beans have quit as have the cucumbers. Half the garden is taken down now.