Rejoining the circle
Draw up another table; we’re here and we’re growing in number. The Saturday breakfast club is now called to order. Rejoining the circle are those that spend the winter “away”; and like other seasonal birds, they’re brought back to the fine breakfasts. Coffee, bacon…
From now until the end of the season, I’ll likely have more than a few plates served up on demand. Unless it gets too warm. The dog, after all.
We considered visiting the local yard sales, but teeming rain dampened our ardour, in more ways than I like to count. We did peek, as we drove by the clusters of balloons at the end of certain lanes. A boat shed (empty, what with the boat out to harvest the bounty) serves as a shelter, but not enough for us to halt and haggle. Don’t need other people’s stuff, really. Got plenty of my own. Perhaps we could participate in the yard sale madness, but from the other side of the table.
And so we withdrew to our own territory. Too wet to go anywhere. Have to hope for better conditions tomorrow, so that another fish with chips can be tried for quality assurance. There’s new seed on sections of the lawn, so the dog is on a tight tether. Keep the mud off the floor, maybe. Oh, and let the seeds sprout. After all, the requirement to replace (lawn cover) is all his fault. Does he know, or even care?
Time to find a good ebook and curl up until dark. And then do something else.
