Hot and Dry

Hot and Dry

Two weeks of above 100 degrees—104-107F (40-42 C)

now in the mid 90’s

One day of a rain—3/4 “

Hot dry breezes fan the palms and rustle the leaves of the chestnut tree

its first time blooms blown to the ground

The yard toad cools herself in a bucket of water (see attached photo)

Iti Shvski, the mother Manila mango tree pregnant

Attracts a flock of grackles that knock the little green mangoes to the ground

After taking a bite & that

Attack a stray grackle that wandered into the yard

Pecking it mercilessly

Then disappearing never to return

The dogs own the yard &

worry needlessly every time I leave

Chukfi Nakni, my trickster rabbit, spends a lot of time sleeping under the bed

His fur grown out from the last romp wih the dogs

Tek, my little mother cat, scolds me if I stay up too late

insisting that I retire with her

Class ended

 turned in my grades

set up my summer course

Painting my little clay booger masks

Cherokee booger dances were winter dances

The 19^th century missionaries hating and forbidding them

Have 3 children’s books set up and ready to proof

two of them stories in Choctaw

Working on an Eero Hand adventure book

(you may remember that Eero is my grandson)

started on my list of things to complete before

summer class that begins May 20