Ricardo think's I'm loopy, but I love our mudroom.
This is my view of the mudroom from the kitchen sink -- I can see my garden out the window. Samantha is my constant companion, and Vince is always lingering around his bowls.
In my mudroom I have hanging veggie baskets, which I'm also using to dry my cayenne peppers. On the wall is a popover pan. The sign says "Beware of hungry cat."
Here are closeups of the measuring spoons and hooks that we got at the ACC Baltimore. They're handmade in Fall River, Mass.
These are my mudroom shelves, loaded down with tomatoes, canning supplies and all my grilling stuff. I have herbs drying in the paper bags.
But maybe my real reason for loving this little room is that it's always home to a cat, or two, and if you're lucky, all three.
Johnny in the herb garden -- he's still getting used to his harness and lead, and got tangled up a few times.
But most of the time Johnny spent the afternoon blissful, soaking in the sun. His mom planted three packets of beet seeds while he sprawled out on the grass.
Later that night, all the kitties gathered for Johnny's party, and enjoyed the plate of tuna (shaped into a number seven -- his mom is goofy that way).
All in all, it's fair to say that Johnny Cat thoroughly enjoyed his seventh birthday.
Bonnie is a bird killer. She was so little we were afraid that she wouldn't make it through the winter, but now she's bigger than her partner in crime.
