I have a terrible, awful, no-good habit of taking lots of pictures and never moving them off the camera/memory card. Not all of them need a whole post, but some are worth sharing.
Willie is technically Travis’ cat, but I love him to pieces. We each picked a kitten out at the shelter and he picked Willie, even though he’s a boy cat and he was a little skittish. We were only going to get female cats and we wanted cats that were going to be lovebugs (like our Clair). Turns out, Willie is more of a lovebug than Clair ever was. If you are sitting on the couch, he will find you, lay down, and fall asleep on your lap. He is good at spreading around the cat-lazy. And, so far, the biggest problem we’ve had with him is that he paws at the air instead of covering stuff with the litter.
This was one of the first strawberry harvests from our garden. Last year, I planted 6 strawberry plants (two varieties) and got just a few berries from them. Over the course of a year, the plants spread out and took over half the raised garden bed. This year, I probably pick a handful of ripe berries every week. Never enough to make a dessert or jam, but certainly enough that we both get to enjoy them. I wish I knew what varieties I planted – one makes little berries that are super sweet, the other one makes nice, big berries that are still sweet, but not as sweet as the little ones. Every now and then, I come across a berry that is overripe. Those go to the chickens, who fight over it and chase each other around until one of them finishes it.