There are not many things that I love more than a summer evening in the country. When the sun begins to slip down behind the trees and the breeze comes up as it usually does, there seems to be a collective exhale. All of the creatures that have been hiding from the afternoon heat creep out from under bushes to enjoy the relief. We all emerge and seem to gather in the garden.
Last night was no exception. Granted we have a gigantic garden, but it was filled with helpers. That's what we call them anyway. The cats come out first. Henry is the Master Cat Gardener. Well, actually he's more of a foreman. Lots of monitoring and no work...
Next come the dogs. Nell paces the garden dragging her fuzzy slippers through the soil. And finally come the ladies. They wait until it's cool to enjoy an evening dust bath. They dig and flop, stretch and fluff, working the cool dirt through their feathers.Then they doze in the hollow that they've made under the tomato plants.
Some people say that the kitchen is a home's gathering place. At our house it's the garden!
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