Today, I'm spending the day with my sister. We'll be talking, eating, and looking for thrifted treasures. Though I have many special memories of our lives, there is one in particular that stands out from all the others. It was in the 80's, on a June day, when we were quietly talking and giggling on our parents bed. A very simple memory, really, of sister love. We were attempting to relax, having just gotten home from having our nails done. You see, it was our wedding day. She had gotten engaged a few months after I, and we all decided it would be a grand idea to have a double wedding. Though some questioned our decision, it was a truly special day. The entire planning process and the day itself went off without a hitch. One of those marriages eventually ended. That would be mine. My sister and I, we're still close, and if you listen very long, well... you'll probably catch us giggling.
There have been some interesting night visitors the past few weeks. I first began seeing rocks overturned at the edge of flower beds, then lots of dirt in the cats water bowl. I was pretty sure that meant a raccoon was prowling around. One night last week I turned around to face the door, and sure enough, a young raccoon was looking in at me, moved away, then snuck a peek a couple more times. It looked so cute, I couldn't help but laugh. I have had challenges with raccoons and my chickens in the past, so I will definitely be more mindful of bringing in the cat bowl soon after they're done with their evening meal. A couple of nights ago, I found a possum in the cat bowl, with one of the cats sitting nearby. I guess they don't mind sharing! I'm loving this wind chime I got at Circa Gallery. It makes the most wonderful tinkling sound, though it's awfully tough to take a picture of.
