Sweet Art of Napping & a Visit to Mistress Blacksnips



I declare there is no sweeter sleep than can be had on a porch swing on a breezy Sunday afternoon. Sweet even when someone keeps sneaking up on you to pluck out a leg hair while you innocently snooze; I attribute such dangers to wearing capris without shaving one's legs.



This weekend I've finally gotten my napping system down. Front chaise lounge under the canopy for luncheon nap. Back porch swing under the shade for mid afternoon nap. Now that the chickens are safe under lockdown, I can nap in the back yard without fear of me eyes being pecked. Leg hair pluckers are a minor nuisance compared to Patrice's beak.



I took my front rose bushes to Mistress Blacksnips for some well needed discipline. Roses in the back go to a gentler Mistress Greensnips. Of all the gardening tasks, I'm a most serious pruner constantly on the prowl for scraggly growth. Plants are never afraid to grow.