This morning I awoke to delicious smell of freshly made coffee. I layed there for a few moments enjoying the sweetness of waking with the morning light instead of the alarm, reliving the memories of the evening before when the big red and her boyfriend L. went to dinner with us and then stayed to talk awhile. The little red is on a sleep-over with a friend, so the morning ahead is a calm quiet one.

After an hour or so of computer play with Joe, (we have side by side computers) Joe got up to cook breakfast. Soon the smell of sizzling bacon drew me to the kitchen. We had a exquisite meal of fried eggs, crispy bacon, and crunchy homemade hash brown potatoes. The LA Times had an article about American Idol and that was the topic of our discussion. I shared the remains of my plate with the little dog who had sat there with his bulbous eyes impatiently waiting at the door to the den.

The whinneying of the ponies reminded me that the critters in the back needed to be fed. I went and got the tortoise from his tank in the back bedroom. He squeaked and hissed as I put into the carrying basket but almost purred with delight when he found he was going outside to his pen. I threw a few dandelions in for him because he loves to eat flowers. Then I went to turn on the hose to water the potted plants before hooking up the drip line for the gourd plants. Around the little reds swingset we have nasturtiums, ranunculus, poppies and roses. Did you know that nasturtiums are edible? They taste like radishes.
For good measure I watered the weeds for a future date when I will pull the tortoises pen over. He eats the greenery down to the ground, better than a weed whipper machine.

I hooked up the hose to the drip line and was pleasantly surprised to see that the gourd plants have grown enough that they are beginning to lay over on their sides. Now they will grow into the vines with their tendrils grasping and holding onto anything within reach. Usually when I am in the gourd garden butterflies come to sit on my head, but this morning they weren't around. It's not quite 70 degrees outside and maybe too cold for them yet.

After throwing a few flakes of alfalfa hay to the three ponies, I checked their water tubs and then came back into the house. This Saturday is looking to be a pleasant one.

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