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Lord Dudley Mountcatten enjoys licking the cream residue from my husband’s morning coffee and makes no secret of this fact.
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From the moment my spouse pours his first cup, he has a captive audience.
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Since His Lordship doesn’t want the actual coffee, my husband has to drink the first cup more rapidly than he’d like.
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And is stared down with anticipation during the process.
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Cats.
They want what they want.
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After walking around the clam festival for a few hours we were hungry, but not for fried clams. Seems counter intuitive, I know… but the stomach wants what the stomach wants.
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We drove to the next town, Falmouth… and found one of our favorite spots positively deserted.
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Having no problem finding a seat at the bar I sampled a Melano Fizz. This consisted of cucumber-infused vodka, melon liqueur, italicus apertivo, simple syrup, and fresh lime juice.
In a word? Yum.
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My go to appetizer here is the crab arancini.
Husband went with the lobster bisque …
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Which was lovely and loaded with lobster but served in one of those ridiculously small bowls made to look large.
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Toddy number two was the hibiscus berry sangria.
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Nice, but not nearly flavorful enough for me.
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My meal was a wonderful carbonara with fresh pasta and grilled chicken. It was so good I paid no attention to my husband’s meal and failed to photograph it. My bad.
On our drive home?
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Cow!
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Cow, on a rock…
Who didn’t appreciate her meal being interrupted by the paparazzi.
😉
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The hostas by our kitchen landing are having a good year.
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A really good year. Tall and full of pale purple blooms.
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The day lilies that were dug up by our neighbor’s tractor when our water line burst a few years ago have finally come back to life.
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Half are yellow, half are this interesting double ruffle peach and coral.
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Sadly these two by the road are full of weeds..
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But the colors are spectacular.
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In other news… His Lordship almost caught the dreaded red b*tch.
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That rotten red rodent was sitting on the stone wall chattering at him, taunting him … swishing her tail and daring him to lunge.
So he did.
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But sadly, he missed… and she disappeared into the wall.
Almost, Dudley.
Almost.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten heard something in the woodchuck burrow .
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten investigated.
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On the other end of the woodchuck burrow?
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A woodchuck.
Lord Dudley Mountcatten switched sides and waited on that end.
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Which meant a woodchuck popped up on the first side.
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So His Lordship switched sides again and waited.
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And finally, after Lord Dudley’s servant was tired of standing in the heat and about to drag him back in the house….
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Interspecies communication.
Disclaimer – no woodchucks (or cats!) were harmed in the making of this blog.
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This is Lord Dudley Mountcatten surveying his domain.
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Here’s Lord Dudley Mountcatten noticing an interloper in his domain.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten’s reaction was priceless.
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After some closer inspection?
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And a positive baby woodchuck identification…
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was clueless.
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And looked back at me as if to say, “What am I supposed to do with that?”
🤣
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Nothing earth shattering, just a woodchuck family having a nosh.
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Carrots and broccoli are their favorites.
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And they make short work of it.
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Momma had five children…
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But we rarely see them all together anymore.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is not happy with the constant remodeling noise, but his curiosity gene is strong enough to warrant a quick exploration of the project when my husband takes a break.
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Checking out the missing siding.
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Walking balance beam.
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Attacking a clamp.
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And looking in the window he usually looks out are all on the menu.
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As is using the new pea gravel for a litter box.
Though we probably won’t share that part with my husband.
😉
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Let’s take a walk around the garden, shall we….
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Candy cane dianthus.
Almost good enough to eat.
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A tri color pot of begonias on the kitchen porch.
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A red astilbe, clashing with the barn red barn.
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Pink astible out back.
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I love the blooms on these flowers. They’re delightfully weird.
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I can’t remember what kind of daisies these are, but they’re doing well and no one is eating them… so I really don’t care.
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Purple bee balm.
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A fabulous magenta shade.
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Something purple.
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Something red.
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And something wonderful the woodchucks nibbled down to a nub shortly after I took the picture.
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Bowls are for eating.
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But if you’re a woodchuck in our backyard….
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They’re also for sitting.
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And there’s a lot of that happening lately.
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🤣
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Have I mentioned the baby woodchucks like the deer grain?
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They really like it.
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So much so .. they sit in the bowl and repel all foreign invaders.
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The pickle algorithm is right. I don’t believe that’s refreshing at all.
Blech!
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Are you as tired of seeing AI artwork passed off as real photography as I am?
There’s something about the quality of it that’s very telling.
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I like fruit art as much as the next girl, but come on. No one is that good.
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And come on…
That’s not even close to believable.
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Mark – this is for you.
Please order and report back.
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I dare you to beat our backyard sunrise.
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