May 21, 2020

White Dog and Steve were out in the front yard checking on the new rose bushes, raking up foxtails, and generally walking the perimeter. Pearl, in the Watching Chair, was providing those of us inside with a commentary.

"Whoa! There was a big flap and disturbance when White Dog and dad opened the door. I think something was sneaking around. Oh yes, there it is. Up in the tree now!"

"Looks like the red yucca is just  about ready to bloom. It is going to be spectacular."

"And the prickly pear always has such brilliant yellow flowers. There are a couple open already."

"Oh, they are out of sight right now. I think dad is showing White Dog the mourning dove nest. I can hear them."

"Here they are. The marigolds we planted in the blue container aren't doing so well. Looks like only one plant survived. Do you think they will spring back from the roots?"

"Dad is winding up the hose. He and White Dog are heading toward the backyard. You can go out there and see for yourselves what is going on. The swamp cooler just turned on. Feel that cool air? It is calling me to take a nap."