Today was so warm that I took my dumbbells, mat, and exercise ball to the southern corner of the porch and did my strength training there. Young Roscoe wound around my ankles, nuzzled my face when it was near the floor, and rode on the backs of my legs during push-ups, as cats will do. Tara lay on the ground near the shack and ate grass, of which she is a connoisseur. Bridget and Blackie hunkered down face to face in sphinx-like poses, looking as if they were having a civil conversation. The wind chimes rang softly and I exercised and soaked up sunshine and probably made lots of vitamin D.
The strawberry plants in the garden look well; it’s pleasant to see their neat, compact, healthy little dark-green clumps.