Dear Curiosity Journal,

Planting season is in full swing at Keewaydin and Rufus is becoming an outdoor husband, not unlike an outdoor cat who makes himself scarce once it warms up. My heart gives a buoyant flutter when he comes in grinning and whistling, declaring the beauty of the spring day and rattling off the new bird songs he heard. He seems to be enjoying gardening with a rejuvenated zeal after winter, starting out his 19th season strong. When he came in from planting, I thought he had a black eye and approached to examine his face, asking him what happened. It was potting soil. “Just playin’ in the dirt, honey”. HA, and happy as can be.