Labor Day weekend started off with a visit to my feline godson, Jaxson, he of the longest tail ever on a cat, and also of the naughty boy department. I got a lovely welcome, and he jumped up on his "Mom" Sue's pretty table to greet me.
His white fur is so white as to be blinding....such a beautiful boy, and he is the best helper....he quilts, he hooks rugs, he guards the back door, and he patrols the basement, he'd do the gardening but there is a door in the way. meanwhile he contents himself with monitoring the beautiful back yard from inside the slider screen. After much due admiration, his Mom and I worked on her latest quilting project, visited the quilt store and had a long and lovely lunch outside at Cafe Chew in Sandwich. A perfect start to the long weekend.
Cafe Chew
There was time for naps, cooking delicious dinners with LM, and a trip to West Dennis Beach at sunset on Sunday evening. It was right at the beginning of the tide drop - timed of course for a fishing opportunity in the rips of the changing tide.
We quietly watched the sunset first, savoring the last of summer days.
The sun disappeared behind a cloud bank before setting.
And then....out came the fishing rod, in the hands of the master.
Soon a crowd formed behind him....no pictures but take my word for it...everyone comes to watch the master fish. The SW wind was pushing the water back as it began the turn.
In the middle of the above photo you can begin to see the rip form as the tide turns. Even better in the photo below. By that time, too, there were little "schoolies" or snapper bluefish jumping out of the water as they began their long trip back to the ocean with the tide, after feeding in the rich marsh areas.
Turning around to talk to his audience....
Rip growing larger.
Alas, no fish were caught that night...too much distraction. Tough to be so popular. We love these simple evenings by the beach so much....the air was so heavy with the scent of the sea and the sound of the water softly lapping the shore.
Monday, as I mentioned in yesterday's post, we worked on the yard at LM's. I mainly waging my continuing battle against wisteria. As beautiful as it is in bloom, it quickly takes over every tree and bush in the garden if not cut back. I did a major clearing and felt so good to give some trees room to breathe.
The weekend also brought me some lovely time with Ms G sitting in my lap and purring. Sweet!
Love to all!!
She even matched her eye color to my shirt! A little annoyed at the photo taker.
Her favorite place to be - the back of LM's chair. She can see the entire living area from this sentinel position, including what is happening outside the back door....the long "arms" come down and can tap LM if necessary.....once in awhile he does slack off by serving treats too slowly.
Love this happy girl!
His white fur is so white as to be blinding....such a beautiful boy, and he is the best helper....he quilts, he hooks rugs, he guards the back door, and he patrols the basement, he'd do the gardening but there is a door in the way. meanwhile he contents himself with monitoring the beautiful back yard from inside the slider screen. After much due admiration, his Mom and I worked on her latest quilting project, visited the quilt store and had a long and lovely lunch outside at Cafe Chew in Sandwich. A perfect start to the long weekend.
Cafe Chew
There was time for naps, cooking delicious dinners with LM, and a trip to West Dennis Beach at sunset on Sunday evening. It was right at the beginning of the tide drop - timed of course for a fishing opportunity in the rips of the changing tide.
We quietly watched the sunset first, savoring the last of summer days.
The sun disappeared behind a cloud bank before setting.
And then....out came the fishing rod, in the hands of the master.
Soon a crowd formed behind him....no pictures but take my word for it...everyone comes to watch the master fish. The SW wind was pushing the water back as it began the turn.
In the middle of the above photo you can begin to see the rip form as the tide turns. Even better in the photo below. By that time, too, there were little "schoolies" or snapper bluefish jumping out of the water as they began their long trip back to the ocean with the tide, after feeding in the rich marsh areas.
Turning around to talk to his audience....
Rip growing larger.
Alas, no fish were caught that night...too much distraction. Tough to be so popular. We love these simple evenings by the beach so much....the air was so heavy with the scent of the sea and the sound of the water softly lapping the shore. 
