Peanut’s Morning Dispatch: Wet Grass, Deep Thoughts, and Rhubarb Regret

This morning is perfect. The kind of warm where the grass sticks to your paws and the air smells like every leaf and worm came alive at once. The birds are having a full-blown concert—tenor, alto, and chaos. Everything is dripping wet and gloriously fecund (that’s one of Emma's words, not mine—I think it means the dirt smells extra tasty). I can feel the seeds stretching underground. I hope they’re waking up happy.

Emma says she needs to buy more soil for her flower seeds. She’s noticed they sprout better with a little soil blanket over them. I say: go for it. Is it worth spending all her money on flowers? Absolutely. Flowers make her smile. And when she smiles, I get more belly rubs.

Yesterday was busy. Mom made lesson plans for Romeo and Juliet (ugh, those two again?) and graded papers. She sat and groaned a lot. I tried to help by pressing my head into her leg, but she said her body hurt too much. No walk in the morning because of rain. 

Corrina came over in the afternoon. She’s getting her mountain of stuff out of the garage. She was shocked by how much she had in there. Honestly, I forgot it was hers. Emma  invited her to join the yard sale she and Judy are having on June 7th. I hope that means someone will buy the weird headless doll in the storage bin. Gives me the creeps.

At 6 PM, we walked with Suzi and Lizzie. Chewy was on cloud nine. He thinks Lizzie is divine. He kept smiling at her and checking to make sure she was still beside him. I think he’s smitten. I just hope Lizzie doesn’t think he’s a creepy old man. He’s really just... enthusiastic.

Later, Mom met Amanda at Luciana’s and spilled her tea (the metaphorical kind and probably the actual kind too). I like Amanda—she doesn’t pretend. 

We came home and watched Forever, which, according to Mom, is a story full of miscommunication, breakups, sulks, and makeups. Sounds like most squirrel relationships, honestly. Stressful, but beautifully done. Mom seemed thoughtful after. Not sad, just quiet.

Anyway, time for me to sniff the fence line and pretend I’m guarding a castle. My kingdom smells like wet earth and possibility.

—Peanut 🐾