Quiet Saturday

Weekend mornings around here feed my soul. This morning, I got up before Josh and went outside in my bathrobe since the arctic storm has finally blown away. I let the chickens out of both coops, fed the birds, then wandered back up onto the porch to feed the Libby Kitty and dogs. Started coffee, tried and failed to wake Josh up, then wandered about from window to window watching the ducks head off down the driveway and off to their adventures. Thank the Gods for amused neighbors who find the ducks charming. I may have to put up a duck crosssing sign sometime soon.

Yesterday while we were shopping at Home Depot, one of my neighbors called me to warm me that there were three law enforcement vehicles in front of our home: one sheriff and two Coupeville cops. Given that we live outside town limits, I wasn't too worried. I haven't broken any Coupeville laws that I know of, though I have neglected to pick up a library hold down there. I expect they don't send out the town cops for that sort of irresponsibility. We raced home only to find all of the law enforcement gone. I called the Sheriff Dispatch office who kindly told me they had used the thick foliage of our border to hide the vehicles while they walked nextdoor. Glad to be of use to the men in blue. I now have the perfect excuse not to trim the hedge and so I am most grateful.

As I type, Libby is goofing around in a ppaer grocery bag. I imagine that one of the Bassets pulled it out of the recycling bin for her. Or Josh. The Bassets are asleep already in their early mid-day nap. Gracie is now off on adventures with Joshua, who upon request, is delivering the leftover mashed potatoes to Kevin. Looks like I may be doing a bit of cooking for Kevin's home. Thankfully, while not fancy or complex, my cooking is passable. And much to my eternal surprise my dear friends do make requests.

Today, I am contemplating making Turkey Pot Pie with the leftovers.