The plan was to paint the trim and the exterior of the front door and service entrance today after harvesting salad greens for the larder at the chef's house next door. The Spots like to go for strolls and have been down to the cozy cabin many times. After the harvest was washed and stored it seemed like a good time to bring them down for an extended stay at their soon to be new home.
The followed me no problem. Crawford had to inspect the cleaning and priming job and even came inside to check things out. Collar hung outside in the lush. This far from home they won't stroll back unescorted, weird cats, so when a wicked storm descended, the painting ended and the Spots ran for cover. Not inside mind you. They wouldn't come in. A quick inspection is all they have ever managed and if the doors closed them inside they freaked.
Once the worst of the storm had passed Collar came out of hiding and reluctantly came inside, only to figit and pace once the door was closed and a second storm blast arrived.
Crawford had hollered to be let in in the middle of the first blast of the wicked storm. He was more mellow, but still paced non stop. Weird cats.
Boy were they happy when it was time to go back home. Poor things had been traumatized by ferocious winds, lightning, thunder, flying branches and a very hard rain, then trapped inside a strange box to boot. I fed them dinner and they went straight to bed, safe and sound in their real home. This move ain't gonna be easy I can see.
A big branch, one of dozens that pummeled the ground had landed where I usually park my truck. Good thing my truck was at my house and I had planned to con the Spots into going for a walk.
It was breezy to say the least. I'll consider standing the sunflowers back up tomorrow after they and the ground have had a chance to drain just a bit.
That's just the way it goes up here, closer to the innards of the thunderstorms.
I try to avoid plant bondage as much as possible and in these conditions you really gain an appreciation for plants that refuse to flop over or can stand themselves back up after a vicious sideways blast. Gardy has enough to do without having to tie things up.