Basking Nyel

I guess summer is usually considered the “Picnic Season,”  not spring.  But what the heck?  The sun was out, the sky was blue, the wind wafted (never mind the chill), and we had plenty of turkey for sandwiches.  So, while Nyel got the picnic lunch together, I hauled a card table and chair (one chair; Nyel’s comes with him) out to our South Garden.

Bundled Sydney

It was lovely!  Nyel closed his eyes, leaned back and basked.  I, the perennially cold one, was bundled up to the eyeballs.  Both of us were content.  And the food was delish — celery sticks, cherry tomatoes, dill pickles, and thick turkey sandwiches.   A few chips would have made it better but… oh well!  There was even a chocolate cupcake to split for dessert!

The only folks who dropped by were the chickens and, even though we had some treats for them, they kept a wary distance.  (I wondered what they’d heard…)  Snowhite headed for our sunny wooden porch where she fluffed herself all up, spread her wings, and lay down to do her own basking.  Slutvana poked and pecked under the rhododendrons.  Little Red Hen ran off to the coop to lay an egg.

Basking Snowhite

It was absolutely splendid.  Not a car on the street; not a soul to be seen.  Good!  I hope everyone was sheltering in a place as delightful as ours!