Now that’s what I call a cat tree(o)…
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Every evening
I do so love a pretty sunset.
This was my view the other night on my way home from work.
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Every morning
Gotta love a beautiful sunrise. 🙂
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A letter to my son
Today’s Writing 101 challenge was to reinvent the letter. The last letter I wrote was to my husband when he was away for work, so today I decided to write a letter to my son in the future. He may not be a man yet, but he will be one day, and I hope that, on that day, he’ll read this and smile.
Dearest Bubbles,
My goodness, how quickly you’ve grown! It can’t be possible that you’re a man now, instead of the tiny little baby I brought home from the hospital. Surely that was only yesterday?
Oh, who am I kidding? It was last month. I knew I should have tied that brick to your head sooner. 🙂
When I look at you, I still see the happy little boy you used to be. I suppose I probably always will, no matter how much taller than me you are. I hope that someday, you’ll have a house full of happy little boys (and girls?) of your own, but first, some advice:
A lovely little space
Lunch breaks are best when spent writing. 😉
Much about the way I write has changed considerably over the years. When I was a teenager, I often wrote with my friends (several of whom also enjoyed writing), and we wrote anytime, anywhere. I wrote stories during free time in class, at lunch, during pickleball tournaments, and at home after school. Often in the summers, I’d stay up half the night working on a story. Whether with music and conversation or without, in the living room or my bedroom, my ideas flowed freely.
Hot tea makes great writing fuel, especially in the winter.
In my twenties, it was much the same. I had a small office space, but it shared room with my washer, dryer, deep freeze, and litterboxes. With four cats and one litterbox, you can bet it wasn’t long before I needed to take a little writing break, so back to the living room I went.
My twenties actually saw the greatest upheaval
Cricket’s a fan
Yesterday we had a little Panther (or “Pamfer,” as Cricket says). Today? Today we have a little Packer:
Cricket was so excited to watch the football game with Daddy in his new jersey. There’s just one problem – he’s not watching the game. He’s upstairs in his room, playing with Thumper. Maybe all the football yesterday was enough for him.
Or maybe he just wanted the new jersey. Either way, he’s awfully darn cute. 🙂
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Hay!
It was a busy weekend. We built a chicken coop and hung gutters and tried not to collapse in the heat. (I may have collapsed, but not from the heat.)
Still, despite all the busy-ness, I managed to take a few neat pictures of the hay in our newly-remodeled granary/rabbit house/cat house/chicken coop:
I only wish I could have taken more. There was a great view from the first floor, but by the time I grabbed my phone, we’d already strung up the chicken wire for the ceiling. 😦
How was your weekend?
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Photo 365 #365
For my final photo in this project, I’ve settled on another one of my many, many flower shots:
I can’t help it – I love shooting flowers. They’re so pretty, and in the right light, they positively sing. I mean, look at those colors! And the clarity of this image – I haven’t done a thing to it, other than transfer the image from my phone to my computer.
I love it when things turn out like this, and I’m glad I can end my photo-a-day project on such a stunning note. 🙂
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Photo 365 #364
Despite the heat and humidity, the flowers around our house have been flourishing. Check out these beauties!
I’m not completely sure what kind of flower they are, but we have three different shades of them growing around our house, and they populate the local ditches as well. They’re gorgeous, and every time I see them, it puts a smile on my face.
What puts a smile on your face?
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Photo 365 #362
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a monarch butterfly, but I found one in our yard Saturday afternoon. Unfortunately, it had fallen victim to the lawnmower (or possibly the heat – Saturday was pretty darn warm).
Seymour was lucky enough to see it alive Saturday morning, and I saw another one later in the afternoon. I remember seeing tons of these guys as a kid, and their caterpillars, too, but there was a lot more milkweed around back then.
It’s a shame there aren’t more of these around for my kids to enjoy the way I did.
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Suddenly they all died. The end. 