Not all early mornings are created equal and every morning when we go out to check the neighborhood, our back yard, we go as if we are going there for the first time.
Usually Ollie and I go there first and then Gus joins us from the wall above. Every morning he likes to go say hi to the neighbor across the wall, Pam. I know he goes there because he smells like perfume and cigarettes.
This morning we were blessed with parrots again, a sight that I can never get enough of, and so there are a bunch of parrot photos in this post.
I love that they are so smart to go sit up high and bathe in the warming rays of the morning sun.
I love that they go from tree to tree with their squawks. The pine tree looks like Christmas to me.
They are such big parrots.
Down below one intelligent cat has expertly camouflaged himself...that would be Mr Stripey of course.
and parrot butts,
and sitting parrots.
Gingerella (Ollie) who both freaks readily and has to also make a get away without his brother noticing starts casually strolling away
making sure that our glances meet, and that means that you see where I am going. Yes, I do.
I look out and the morning is in full swing.
The squirrel is watching.
I suppose I should share what us three discussed this morning, while the birds were squawking around us.
We thought about those things we consider to be the attributes of the soul (they would be like organs to the body), and they are:
Orangey was walking intently, I could tell from the expression on his face and his gait.
The slanky Sweet Pants could not resist the urge
and perform a sneak attack.
Refreshed, the two followed me.
I made this post in October of 2013. It is a good thing that sometimes I prepare draft blog posts for later use because lately I have not been able to do so. It is interesting to go back in time just by clicking a few lines down the list of posts. What were we thinking then? What joys and cares surrounded us? What did we do later that day?
"I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past." --Virginia Woolf
I think Virginia Woolf was on to something...yes, some beautiful emotions do expand and negative ones do fade away.
So here we are in 2015 living in a world that is crumpled in some places, and groaning in others, and yet beauty still exists here and there in unexpected places...
We hope that everyone is doing better than just well....cat boys always blow kisses into the air for those craving cat kisses, and they send you their best wishes!
That morning I was indoors and the door was open, the way it usually is.
I heard his repeated meows, gentle but persistent. I finally decided that the cat was summoning, and so I went out to see Mr Sweet Pants with his lizard.
Wow! "Good Boy", I said. This must be his first lizard!
He looked at it,
touched it with gentle paws to make it move,
held it in place gently when it wanted to run away,
watched it with curiosity,
tried to engage it in some game! This went on for quite some time.
I have to admit that I have yet to see a more relaxed lizard.
He picked it up gently to move to another place for chasing, he sniffed it and kissed it.
Clever boy placed his paw on the tail just to make sure.
A very lazy lizard, thought Augustus to himself.
Finally, he decided that this was not all that interesting, and shared this with me,
“Learning to let go should be learned before learning to get. Life should be touched, not strangled. You’ve got to relax, let it happen at times, and at others move forward with it.”