I made a pot of Irish minestrone–no pasta, extra potato. Over-eating inside the house is now being matched by excess outdoors. The squirrels have discovered how to knock the top off the birdhouse. They now scale the post, and dive right into the seed silo, ignoring the feeder tray at the front which dispenses one or two seeds at a time. A few of the rodents looked positively jowly this morning. Squirrels are reputed to be very smart. I hope mine are clever enough to work out how to put the roof of the house back on this afternoon when the rain starts, otherwise I will not be the only one eating soup all week.
The day lily fans bought at the Lutheran church sale last year are coming into their own. Chris Donut has weeded and mulched all the Blarney flowerbeds and the family frog shows himself off as he sits on a rock by the pond. I fancy our yard is the envy of Itchy Ankle.