Coffee in My Garden – Under Yard Arrest

This should have been last week’s post – I started it last weekend when my laptop had its meltdown – only half a meltdown this time – Hubby’s part was not affected. He was able to get me up and running (God bless him).

A few times a year our neighborhood is blocked and barricaded due to a race through it. This time we got lucky – we were near the start instead of the finish. One year both Hubby and I were scheduled to work on Saturday and they almost wouldn’t let us out. Mind you, this was over an hour before the race was scheduled to start, we live near an easy escape to the main road and there were no people, only barricades. This year, fortunately, we were both off, but Son had a doctor’s appointment. By mid-morning, we hadn’t seen a racer in over half an hour, but the police officer still wouldn’t let us pass. Fortunately, one street around the corner was only partially blocked so we were able to escape. If only our border security were as good as Winter Park Police!

Police at the end of our driveway

Police at the end of our driveway

Hopefully it’s because that was the best visibility for the race, but it made us wonder if they had a conversation about us.

WPPD: Yeah, we have to watch those people. They actually tried to go to work once when we had this race. Can you believe it? Where are their priorities?

The Princess was upset.

Why aren't we going to the Farmer's Market?

Why aren’t we going to the Farmer’s Market?

The bird enjoyed the show.

These are runners

These are runners

Fortunately I looked at my pictures and realized something was wrong. My ever-wise camera helped me out.

Little Red: You know that Sports setting you’ve never tried?
Me: Yeah.
Little Red: Now would be a good time to try it.

After Sports setting

After Sports setting

And blurry circles turn into people!

The cats hate this race. Petey and Tigger saw what was coming and hid in the house. Xena refused to let it interfere with her routine. She watched from the front yard, tail twitching, during the first few waves of runners – but when the mass throng arrived, she came to me to complain.

Xena coming to complain

Xena unhappy

Who are these people and why are they here?

Who are these people and why are they here?

By noon the invaders were gone, the dogs were happy, the birds and squirrels had returned to my garden.

But the cats sulked and complained for the entire rest of the day.

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