Pixies of a different sort

 

The gutter-cleaning guys were due to come today so this weekend I popped outside to see if I’d left anything in the garden that might impede the process. I moved a shepherd’s crook to another area and put our small metal sundial away.

 We’d been alerted that they were coming and asked to please leave our outside faucets open for them to use. We’d already closed the inside tap down for the winter (and left the outside open) to avoid a frozen valve but I went out again to reverse the process.

          Once outside, I was surprised to see the hose had been disconnected. This presented a mystery since I’d left it hooked up for a change this year after actually managing to attach it with no leakage.

          My Guy said he hadn’t done it. I also noticed the rocks I’d put down around the air conditioning unit were scattered about and a bit of border fencing I’d squirreled away under the porch had been moved.

          But I tend to forget all the magical worker bees that circle through our complex. Not only do we have gutter guys and landscaping folks, I had forgotten seeing someone with a tank on his back and a wand spraying the base of our units. It’s too late for insects, so I’ll bet he was out there discouraging the field mice from skittering from the woods out back into our nice warm basements.