|Nellie lying in dirt on hot day|
|Bess hunting behind the pond|
Mike rumbled into our driveway at 3:30 yesterday afternoon (Wednesday, Sept. 17). Nellie, Bess, and I were glad to see him. Correction: Nellie and I were glad to see him and Bess was downright elated, as though she sensed the beginning of more really good times. After greeting Mike affectionately, Nellie ran to nuzzle me as if to say, “Hey – Mike’s home! Isn’t it great? But you did a really good job of taking care of me.” Then she moved off to continue her quiet lounging while Bess spent the rest of the afternoon trailing Mike, bouncing in and out of the house behind him while he unpacked his stuff and cleaned his motorcycle.
|Nellie -- note clothes on line|
Now our autumn schedule begins in earnest. I’m cleaning and exchanging “Americana” for pumpkins and Halloween. My schedule is filling up with meetings while Mike and Ken look forward to hunting. Washington chukar season opens on Saturday (Sept. 20) and next week is the Washington “old man’s” pheasant season. We laugh about that “old man” season – giving a handicap to the guys who have plenty of time and are also the largest age group of hunters. Whatever.