Our (admittedly puny) cold frame was destroyed in last night’s windstorm. It blowed up real good. The cat spent a long time contemplating the wreckage this morning. On the one hand, the plastic sheeting provided all sorts of places for water to collect. To Martin there is nothing in this world more intriguing than rainwater, so this was a real bonanza. On the other hand, the plastic had a disturbing tendency to flap in the wind like some ravenous cat-eating bird of prey. That part was not so good. Ultimately, he drank a little bit and then came inside.
Do you care? Probably not. I don’t have anything else right now, so I’m going with the cat story. My brain seems to be somewhat stuck this week. I’ll try lubricating it when I get home.
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