Not our fireplace but close enough…
Well, here I am by the fire that mama made, waiting for papa to come and massage my lithe, supple little body and outside the rain has begun (perhaps we have a monsoon season here) with its soft melody falling on mama’s glass skylight, which is a soothing sound, I can tell you, and I have just had my nice dinner and mama has taken her rose clippings over to the donks to give them a little snack, too, and all’s right with the world.
Mama had no idea that donkeys ate anything you put in front of them! She had been trimming her roses and cutting lemon branches and pruning the rosemary and the kiwi and our neighbor, guru Riere, said, hey bring all that stuff over to the donks and they’ll make mincemeat of it and what they don’t eat, I’ll put on the bonfire (which he burns periodically to clear out all of his own stuff—mama keeps thinking that one time she ought to go over there withs some marinated ribs or chicken and make use of those great coals!).
They would eat their fence if it tasted like carrots! But this is a temp home so they behave well.
So the garden is clean and ready for rain.
Papa’s at work on his computer.
Mama’s at work on thinking up things for dinner (at the last minute, which is her way of cooking; “I love a challenge,” she says, “because it keeps me on my toes so I don’t atrophy.”)
And I’m busy snoozing away as I listen to the crackles of the fireplace and the drip, drop, drip, drop of a soft, very much needed, rain.
Life is good.
Tomorrow I’ll let you in on the donkey’s hot little secrets….
Donkeys have secrets? Oh, can’t wait to hear them. They must be interesting to watch, if they are in your line of view. Enjoy the evening.
Well, they were great to watch but I felt like a voyeurse….that maybe I should be taking a bath or something instead. They really have a lot of fun, those little creatures.