Let me tell you a secret. Shhhh... I don't want those peeps of mine to hear.
I have secret places in my garden. Little secret gardens, if you will. The peeps don't know about them. These are little spots where only cats will fit. Cats... and faeries.
When the peeps walk into the garden, they see this and they see that. They see the big things. But I, being a cat and all, see the little stuff, too. I see the nooks and the crannies. The little places where a cat like me can curl up for a nap. Places out of the heat from the midday sun and places out of the sight of the peeps' prying eyes.
One of my favourite little hidey-holes is this tiny spot under a big old multiflora rose bush. Its branches arch out over the lawn like a big ol' giant protective arm. I have a little nest under there where I like to curl up. In the early summer, the honey-like scent of the roses is intoxicating and the sound of the bees buzzing around them lulls me to sleep. The peeps will often wander around the rose bush but their eyes are on the flowers and they never dream of looking down by their feet. I'm safely tucked in down there, out of harms way, dreaming of the things about which we cats dream. Mmmmm.... so lovely.
In the winter, I don't hang out in that spot much 'cause once all the leaves of the rose bush have fallen, it kind of loses its hidey part of the hidey-hole. But the bush is covered in teeny-tiny rose hips and birds flit about in there, eating 'til they can eat no more. They're awfully fun to watch and so I do. Bird TV at its finest! They could a PBS special on that, I'm sure. Why stop there? CNN should stop by and film a documentary! I should give them a call. I'll put that on my list of things to do.
My other favourite hidey-hole is under another shrub. Actually, it's a whole hedge of shrub, I think. I don't know what kind of plant it is and neither does the peep. The peep used to say, it's the free hedge but I don't think 'free' is the name of a plant or anything. You see, these bushes set seed like mad and little baby ones pop up all over the place. The peep is pretty sure that this is how the previous owners of our house came about planting this hedge. It was free.
Now the peep calls it the ladybug hedge 'cause ladybugs lay their eggs on it every spring and the peep really loves those ladybugs. And all that seed it produces? Well, the chickadees love that. They hide out in that hedge all winter long, snacking on that seed. It's pretty much an all-you-can eat buffet for them, I think.
But my favourite part of the hedge is... you guessed it... my hidey-hole. Just like the rose bush, the branches on these shrubs arch out. There was some paving next to that hedge but it kind of led to nowhere. I mean really, that's exactly where it led. I'm not kidding about this. I am not exaggerating. It was a straight line, with no stops in between, from here to nowhere. So the peep has allowed those branches to cover at least half of that paving. Now, she has a bit of a path and I have a whole lot of hidey-hole. Oh, it's so great. No one ever sees me under there, all safely tucked away in my little spot.
Peeps never enter my hidey-holes. This is primarily because, well, peeps just don't fit in there. But faeries do. Uh-huh... that's right... I said faeries.
Okay, I've never actually seen one of these faeries but I've heard of them. I'm pretty sure that one day, one is going to come visit me. And when they do, they're probably going to want to have a little tea party or something in one my secret hidey-holes. That's what I'm thinking. I'm also wondering about something... Are fairies tasty? Just wondering, that's all. Just wondering...