Friday, February 20, 2009

Sunny today. I'm going to treat myself to a nice new
and sharp pair of pruning shears. I've been using
my dad's -- circa 1960-something, Sears, for decades.
Need to get them sharpened. Dull dull dull. Attacking
the roses, and the tangle of grapes. Shall make the
cats come outside with me, my Seattle cats, all three
of those unemployed ragtag urban mongrels.

4 comments:

  1. Great. There goes that anniversary present.

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  2. Don't y'sll love the word "secateur?"

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  3. Y'sll RobinB, w'sll love it. (I had to look it up, though.)

    K., you had your chance. :)

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  4. One of my favorite things is to walk out through the pasture on a fine day, trailed by Frieda the mutt, my two Great Pyrenees, and at least three cats... They string themselves out single file and if any of the kitties (Elvis, Winkle, Dinah and/or Madeline) gets too far behind, the crying begins, and I have to back and "rescue" the straggler.

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