Mud and His Eyes

Wintertime at the homestead is a chance to get to those indoor chores, like washing walls and  thinning out the file cabinet.  It has been balmy outside, but you can't work the soil, leaving few excuses to avoid that bucket of suds.  Planting time is still months away- the pile of seed catalogues that have appeared in the mailbox, notwithstanding.

As you can see, the grass is rather green for January.  Just out of camera shot, there is an appalling amount of mud.  Clover regularly plays a game called, I am a Racing Greyhound.  Her race track takes quite a beating.

Returning to matters indoors. (Ah, the late great Mabel, she was a gal who appreciated a comfortable easy chair.)  Speaking of easy chairs, The Handsome One will have to take it easy next week.  Those cataracts have got to go.

 

 

 Is it true that blue eyed people are more sensitive to light than darker eyed people?  Beats me.  Eye color is genetic, maybe sensitivity is genetic too.  No matter.  A trained doctor will be using a laser. 

 

 

Oops!  We don't have a photo of the doctor on file.

 

 

Well, one day at a time, one eye at the time.  My markedly feeble abilities as a patientthoughtfultenderkindly nurse will be tested.  I'll give it my best shot though, for THO.