I woke up early, and was lying in bed with my cuppa, watching the small Honeybirds sticking long beaks into the bright red flowers in front of the window. It is as always just so wonderful to watch this beautiful blackbacked, red and green breasted little birds, because while they take the nectar out, they flutter their wings like mad, as they do not sit on the plant, but hover in the air.
But suddenly their was a lot of frightened chirping, and the little birds just flew off helter skelter. I jumped out of bed, wondering whether it was a snake, or a cat that had made them take off so fast. At first I couldn't see anything, but then I saw a ginger tail swaying from side to side behind a big Agapanthus, and knowing that Sheila's cat was on the prowl again, I made for the kitchen where I keep my catapult, my mind set on really injuring the blasted cat.
The thing is, I plant different shrubs and flowers that bloom at different times of the year, so that the birds that come to my garden always have nectar. And then the bally cats scare them away, and I have on different occasions found the feathers of a bird, and wondered why the cats could not have a go at catching the moles, this pests almost taking over my garden.
Today the tractor was coming to plough, and I was quite excited. However I did not expect it to come so very early, but I was still in my pajamas when I heard the roar of a big engin, and then a tooter being blown at the gate, so I donned my waterboots, and made haste to open the gate, as I was informed that the tractor was on a tight schedule.

The guy looked the place over, and told me that the branches that was lying where Bush had felled the last tree had to be taken away, as he could not plough with that in his way. So, while the driver was fiddling with the tractor that sounded like it did not want to work so early in the morning, I was dragging the heavy branches up to the fence, and out of harm's way.
 Then we noticed that Bush had never taken up and put the irrigation hoses away, and as this was thick and heavy, I was quite daunted, as by now my breathing was heavy, and the old legs quite lame, and there was a lot of branches still to move.
I ran over to see whether Bush was still home, as he worked for my neighbor, Ronalee, some days, but he was gone, and I was frantic! And hot! And Tired!
The tractor man then said that he would rather come back on the Monday, as we were wasting time, as he had only an hour.So I waved him goodbye, and had a fresh, warm coffee, and panting for quite some time. My nice fluffy pajamas was covered in pieces of wood, and leaves, and dirt! Great!