Sunday

This morning we walked over to the arboretum. The big sugar maple tree is completely bare now.
Owen took his little kitty. He bought it a few weeks ago with his own money at Goodwill. He now takes it almost everywhere and tells people he bought it at Goodwill with his own money. He also sleeps with it. It doesn't seem to be a security object - just a constant companion. He is very sweet and tender with his little kitty. She never gets thrown or otherwise treated roughly like some of the other critters.
After we walked around the arboretum, we walked through the grounds of Wheatland where Owen inspected the garden which has only a few almost dead pole beans, strawberry plants, some yellowed and nearly-gone rhubarb, and some lemon balm in it. He especially liked hollering down into the old well through the wooden cover. When Abram got home, he told him all about how we visited the well and how they used to get water out of it with a bucked "like Merlin." I think this is a reference to The Sword In the Stone. At any rate, he seemed to understand what was down under the wooden cover and to enjoy hearning his echoing voice.