Tropicanna Canna Lily
It won't be long until I see this, again!
It has been a beautiful day here, today. The sun is shining, the air is balmy, and if there is movement in the air, it's very gentle; no blustery winds this third day of March.
It is 71 degrees (F) as I write this. Earlier this afternoon, I worked for a few minutes clearing dead leaves and newly-grown weeds from the flower bed that contains my Tropicanna Canna Lilies. The lilies appear to have multiplied like rabbits over the winter; new shoots are springing up all over the bed. The corms must divide themselves by running underground, for there is new growth where I know, absolutely, I did not plant. It appears that I need to be thinking seriously about an expansion bed. I'll consult Gardening Daughter about the most proper place.
It was such a lovely afternoon that I let my cats come out into the yard with me while I raked up the debris generated from cleaning the flower bed. Squeak, Missy and Sweetie Pie are, for 99.9% of their time, strictly indoor cats. I live on a residential street that is not "a busy thoroughfare," but much of the traffic does not obey the posted speed limit of 25 miles per hour. I too often see the corpses of squirrels and birds who were not fast enough to get out of the way. It saddens me to see them; I don't think I could stand for the victim of a careless driver to be one of my cats. They are allowed outside only when I can keep a close eye on them.
Sweetie Pie appears to have designated herself my ‘yard guard.’ She accidently, I think, discovered the neighbor's cat, Maggie, hiding under the storage shed. Much hissing and yowling (from Sweetie Pie) ensued, and with her tail bushed out to ten times its normal size, she chased Maggie until she (Maggie) jumped the fence, then waited, hissing, until she disappeared around the corner of her own house. Quite satisfied with herself, Sweetie Pie made a quick dash up a large tree that stands on my side of the fence line. She rested in a large crook about 8 or 9 feet above ground, the Queen of All She Surveyed. I kept a close eye on her, for she easily could have gone from her perch into the neighbor's yard, which is not fenced, and might have led me on a merry chase to recapture her.
Eventually, I herded the other two cats back into the house, but had to entice Sweetie to within range of my grasp; she was not cooperative.
The three of them are now resting from all the excitement. I'm resting by composing my blog post.
Tomorrow is also a day.