Flowerese

As I was expecting a phone-call from the electrician, and Vernon our flooring guy was still busy with his noisy grinding machine in the hallway, it seemed a good idea to retreat into the conservatory, which is a bit more isolated and soundproofed from the grinder.

If it wasn’t for the fact that the conservatory becomes extremely hot around midday onwards, and if I was an author, then I would most certainly spend the lion’s share of my time in the conservatory – one could not wish for a better natural environment setting, sights and sounds.

Whilst thinking about formulating the subject matter for the next blog (being the fixing down of the vinyl floor), my attention wandered over to the edge of the lawn, where Coco the Cat frequently sits, deep in thought, generally with his back to the open lawn.

(Above): One of the spots near the rose trellis, where Coco the Cat frequently sits quite motionless for up to an hour on occasions. He does not lie down and sleep: no, this is a sitting up, posture-aware, deep-in-thought kitty.

Firstly, I must apologise to Brynn (and to Coco) for spelling his name with a “a” suffix – Cocoa instead of Coco. I was under the impression that the cat contained brown-ish cocoa-ish coloured fur, rather than resembling a French fashion lady or the Latvian Nicolai Poliakoff’s famous silly clown.

Some 30 minutes later, Coco is still looking at the lone flower.

(Above): The jury is still out – the possibilities are really endless. Perhaps some readers of this blog would like to come up with intelligent suggestions, because this ritual repeats itself on a very regular, if not daily, basis.

At best, Coco may have learned Flowerese, the language used by flowers to communicate with other plants. Or Coco may simply be considering the gardening options as to the various alternatives which could be planted for the upcoming summer season.

Or perhaps he’s heard of that human occupation of watching the grass grow?