Kittens, Stones And A Weekend In Store.

A normal Friday.

Never mind that it has been raining cats and dogs for days  now. Roads are muddy, fields overrun and driveways slippery slopes, making  a trip up or down it fraught with anxiety and an opportunity to apply all those driving skills acquired over the years. Those gates seem awfully close!

Bob's work chariot is big and strong thus mostly responsible for the deep muddy groove outside our house. Thank goodness I don't have to reverse such a big car down it as it is bad enough in our little midget when it chooses to slide rather than stick to the tracks.  

Trying to outwit any impeding car disasters, I took the liberty and strewed a few  handfuls of well shaped stones onto the muddy lane. The adjacent garden will be just fine without them and honestly, what can one do on a Friday afternoon? The other choice would have been kitty litter but jikes, how would that look and feel? Never mind the added attraction for all and sundry feline lot to use it for what it was intended for...

Friday afternoon means I can drop off groceries at a nice family in Eisenberg, a family who happens to shelter a litter of feral kittens in their barn. Today the husband called me over to see them close up and goodness me, how cute  they were. He would have been more than happy for me to take one or all three but that is another level of responsibility not to mention the dread if Mausi wouldn't take to them.

The sky seems to be clearing at the moment and hopefully that portends a weekend devoid of  rain. The grounds have to recover and absorb this current lot before they can deal with more.  A lot of the big wineries haven't had a chance to harvest all their grapes and Bob's is no different. A weekend of harvesting is on the cards and perhaps next week too. Holding thumbs that everything will get into the barrels as soon as possible and that the vintage will be fabulous. How could it not be after such an impressionable year?

Biggi