There truly is a sober reason for the pint glass in the cat house, though I've no recollection of the variety of dried-up sprigs. I suspect it's maypop vine or sunflowers that sprung up in the lawn (PLEASE let it be sunflowers - if it's maypop, that means I never tucked the stray sprigs into the large vine in the garden.)
Shedded skin...wha..? I didn't raise a cat past Absalom.
Uh-oh.
Guess it was maypop in the glass. And I failed at egg-leaf inspection, then never bothered to clean out the glass.
RIP, little frit fella.
All this house drama called for bleach (and a pint.)
The cat house litter was first to go, then the house moved to the lawn for a hose-down and a spray-bleach bath.
It dried within the hour. I glued shells back into place and arranged the stick. The clean scene just begged for cats.
So, I tracked down my husband somewhere in his house-work (that's house WORK, not housework), and put it to him to choose the next cat house guest.
"Honey, pick black, yellow, or orange."
Reticently, he said, "uh...black...?"
And black it is - a cluster of pipevine swallowtail eggs that will grow and emerge into lovely black butterflies.
Which brings about the choice of pint. Shipyard Pumpkinhead ale would be an ideal pint this time of year. But Stone IPA will do nicely (it's logo being a charming gargoyle, so very...October.)
Ahhhhhhhh! WHAT a TRANSFORMATION in the cat house! Those eggs look edible!!! Like Cavier (that's how beautiful your photography is)...I wish you a lovely October with your butterflies; I love October! L/U Mom
ReplyDeleteHi Mom, it looks SO much better. Really pretty sitting on the porch.
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