|Followed by her errant daughter (biggify)|
I tried to get pictures of the two semi-feral cats that I have been feeding now for over a year, but they are too twitchy. For quite a while it was Grace, a little grey tabby female with a high, tiny voice. We've gotten to the point that I can lightly pat her head. For a nanosecond. About three or four months ago, a male cat, handsome in a beat-up kind of way, so I have named him Bogey, started appearing at breakfast. He must have been someone's cat at some point in his life. I can actually stroke his head and back for a minute or two, evoking loud purrs. But Grace is in charge - there is no doubt about that. I am pretty sure that both have been spayed/neutered because there have been other male cats that have come and gone, and Grace has not presented me with kittens.
A pair of barn swallows have built a muddy nest atop wind chimes that are hanging from the porch. My morning visits are now dive-bombed by agitated parents. Can't wait until those birdlets fledge!
I have been turning to reading before bed, to try to calm my mind. I didn't want to delve into anything in my usual genre - murder mysteries - for obvious reasons. So I have taken to reading about food and cooking. The first book I read is called "Home Cooking" by Laurie Colwin. It's a used paperback that I picked up at my favorite book source - Thriftbooks. What a great read! She has a delightful sense of humor and each chapter is short - like a mouthful! I would highly recommend this book if you can find a copy. I have now delved into something a little (lot) less light, entitled "The Potlikker Papers; a Food History of the Modern South" by John Edge. I got this through the library. It is a fascinating account of how food played a major role in the evolution of the South. I've just started it, but am enjoying it immensely.