When Spring flashes her ankles during Winter...

... you will find Oregonians risking life and limb to spend time outside. I have a few minor cuts from tending to my container garden today, but when I look at or scratch at them, they are fond reminders that I spent the majority of my day in the sunshine. In February. I was SOOOOO excited to see that my blueberry plants are are sprouting new growth, as is the rose bush that I commandeered from Mom's house when she moved out the the state a couple summers back. Yes, commandeered. It was a necessary for the state of my first container garden back then.


I'm told by my cat that it is a life and death matter that she join me in my gardening adventures. My cat, whose named Miko, was trained to be on a leash any time she wanted to go outside. That was when we lived in a ground-floor apartment. Now that we are living on the sky, she gets to go outside without a leash as long as I am with her. I trust that she won't try to escape. For now.



During our garden time, her first objective was to stare down and out-sniff the struggling chive plant.


Then the surrendering chive plant, who remains unnamed, was shown mercy with a nibble. The direct translation from cat behavior to human behavior is acknowledging a white flag.



Attention span has been shifted from plant to Good Charlotte booming from a BMW that drove by with sun roof open. The guy driving was slightly off-key but clearly a happy man.



"Until we meet again, chive plant."

Note: The cat returned immediately and started on her next adventure. In and out, all day. Now she is tuckered out.