The Frances Miller hosta in the garden is coming up pretty this year.
The hosta seeds have not yet come in the mail, and I haven't gotten my basil planter made yet.
We decided that Callie and Doxie cats are about eighteen months old, probably born in December of 2015. They are both (hopefully both) getting fixed tomorrow. Their mother Minion and Pumpkin are next in line, but it might take a while to get them done, as they graced us with more kittens about two months ago. I'm still a bit embarrassed by Doxie's name now that I remember what it means - but I called her that (and her twin, Dorrie, who died) from the start so it can't be changed now. Sometimes I call her Dox for short.
Callie cat, with her one little tiny white spot on her spine
I've set up a hard two days for us.. getting the two youngers in the house tonight and penned up for the night and all the running back and forth to the vet tomorrow.. but hope we can get it done. Doxie has been spending almost all her time outside so she will be the difficult one. Callie is curled up in my sewing chair. The other day I tried to patch a pair of pants for Esme and I had to remove her from said place -- I had to pick up the cushion with the cat (claws dug in) and set it on the floor and wait for a good minute for her to realize I was not moving it back. Then she got up and stalked away. *sheesh* Calico cats!