24 December 2007
The tulips were snuggled all tight in their beds...
What a difference a day makes. Yesterday morning, there were beautiful frost flowers and ice crystals festooning the car, when I came out to go to Halifax and pick up my son...
The sunrise over the sleeping, snow-covered Annapolis Valley and Minas Basin was glorious. The day was wonderful...and then sometime, overnight, the rain and mild temperatures came...
AND I GOT THOSE DARN BULBS PLANTED THIS MORNING!
Yes, Christmas Eve, and I was finishing the bulb planting; about 3 dozen tulips, 15 or so large alliums, and somewhere around 150 snowdrops, iris reticulata, small allium, crocus, leucojum and species tulips...these were the leftovers from when I started the bulb-planting, some weeks ago. I waded through water on the lawn, battled gale-force winds, rain and fog, and dealt with frozen ground in most places and muck in a few other spots...but it's all done. and I hurt all over, of course. But now let the weather do whatever it wishes!
So we're officially ready for Christmas, although we've started assorted revelries already, what with family here yesterday for my birthday. Since my son had only a couple days off and needs to split it between various parts of the family, we did some of Christmas unwrapping this morning before he went back to be with his Dad tonight in Halifax.
Meanwhile, the catchildren are on their very best behaviour as they wait for Santy Claws to come. As much as I love amaryllis, I think Toby Soprano is even more delightful...and he was very glad to use this recycled bulb box for a place to sit.
Mungus, of course, is the only catchild who would try to peek at presents, though they all enjoy chasing bows.
Simon Q likes to sleep with his feet in the kleenex box, for reasons only known to him. But at least he's not into anything!
Tigger, tired out from watching that darn squirrel outside, is catching up on his midday nap before getting ready to sleep after supper...
And Spunky Boomerang is taking the afternoon to also indulge in a little napping in his favourite chair, even though his favourite lap (mine) is busy doing other things.
The rest of the cat-children were busy avoiding the camera and either sleeping or hunting for voles in the basement. They haven't brought up any 'gifts' from there--so far, anyway.
From our house to yours, a merry, bountiful, and peaceful Christmas!