Yesterday I filled all the feeders and even fed the spawns of Satan. I had a bag of peanuts in the shell and lined peanuts one after another on the deck rail. The squirrel arrived about a minute after I’d left, sniffed the first peanut then took his time eating them. He even sat down at each peanut to give it his full attention. It was interesting watching him size up the peanut to decide the best way to open it. I also took a trash bag and cleared the backyard of papers and plastic flower pots which the wind had blown from underneath the deck. I found a couple of empty cat food cans stolen by Gracie and sneaked into the yard where she cleaned them out. Gracie trash picks, but I never catch her. She is adept at being quiet and sneaky.

It is actually 51° but I think it feels chillier, the house especially. This time of year the air outside is sometimes warmer than the inside. I should push Fern over and make her share the sun with me. Cody just arrived from down the street to play with Gracie. He comes to my front door and barks so I’ll know he’s there though Gracie usually spots him first.

Tiny buds have appeared on most of the trees. My wild rose bush has some on every branch. The crocus are finally up in the front of the house, and I found some daffodils in the backyard when I was cleaning. I don’t know how they got there as I didn’t plant them. Maybe there are flower elves just as there are shoemaker ones.

When I was a kid, Sunday was a quiet day, a family day. We went to church and sometimes we’d visit my grandmother. My Sundays now also have a pattern. I had a cup of coffee and read one newspaper then went out for breakfast. I called my sister at 11 for our usual Sunday conversation where we catch up with each other up and chat about books and movies. When I finish here, I’ll read my other two papers. I’ll probably take a short nap on the couch in the later afternoon. Tonight my friends and I will watch The Amazing Race and have dinner together.

I love my Sundays!