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Progress Report

Our niece forgot to take home the leftover Challah last night. Her loss; our (weight) gain.

Leftover Challah is perfect for French Toast or bread pudding-type recipes, so this morning I made my Yogurt French Toast. So delicious.

There was great excitement today as the sun appeared for the first time in weeks and weeks and weeks and weeks and... well, you get the idea. We actually turned the furnace off and opened the house!

We went outdoors! Without an umbrella.

How's this for pest control? The cheap plastic owl is doing his job! The birds have scattered. The bird that was perching on the back of the bench and admiring his reflection in the window is gone. Disappeared. Migrated somewhere to an owl-free porch. We will move our "Scare Owl" (named Cisco, after Cisco Adler) every day or two to keep the poop machines birds on their toes.

The meadow/field has still not been mowed. Too wet. Good. I like the field in full-on "meadow mode".

Otherwise, around the Manor, things are looking pretty over grown good.

The lupines are blooming.

Nope. This is not Augusta National. Our azaleas are blooming like crazy.

Ditto on the rhoddy's.

Any day now the Lavender will be in full-bloom.

And covered with bumblebees.

We have stuff growing out of stuff.

Truth-be-told, we are a jungle in need of a machete. Or serious pruning. But every time something gets pruned back, I cry. I like the "wild, natural" look. But sometimes our place begins to remind me of Snow White's house - covered in vines and hidden under shrubbery. The neighbors will forget about us and years from now, we will have to rescued from our own home with a weed whacker.

I'm going to get right on this pruning. 

Really. I am.

Until my next update, I remain, your natural correspondent.