Also may have traumatized the wee furry things by vacuuming a little. They seem to have recovered nicely.
And a very happy Haiku Day! Cool April Morning wrapped her warm arms around me and bade me listen. The park: a bluebird, romantically inclined cranes, and three mergansers. the impossible yellow-green of spring’s bursting red maple blossoms. The first … Continue reading →
Ginny and I had a chat this morning, before I fed them all and went out to paint. Morning Chat With Cat Don’t worry. I love you. It’s OK. Someday, we’ll both be old. But today is not that day.
One of the more recent changes in the world… While I’m talking, your eyes, lowered, never look at me. I’m not sure you are listening at all but you occasionally nod. At me? I’m uncertain. You speak but not to … Continue reading →
In the confrontation between the stream and the rock, the stream always wins; not through strength, but through persistence.
