I rewarded us last weekend with a pot of planted flowers to celebrate the completion of the major construction work in our complex. We were so thrilled that we did not terribly mind our two next door neighbors starting a remodeling of their units.
The plant is still alive now a week later and we are thrilled.
This is a good time to show off this plant too, an old timer, many many many years old that I almost killed and brought back to life.
This is the new decor, assorted plants that we grow in order to see what works and what does not.
Below is the pot of oat grass that the cat dudes like. Fresh salad for our boys.
We set out towards the back yard, the three of us, allowing the patches of light to fall on us and trying to escape the shadows.
Here's Mr Puffy Pants, the little orange I call him; I like to squeeze him and he likes to bite me.
Here is Mr Sweet Pants, fussy pants I call him; I like to kiss him and he likes to foof me.
In the back yard one gaze was
met by another gaze
and then a third.
We recommended to the squirrel man to take a hike because cat boys were in good form and ready to run.
We watched the sun through the branches and leaves...the stretching rays and shadows and we reflected upon this old favorite:
O MY BROTHER! Hearken to the delightsome words of My honeyed tongue, and quaff the stream of mystic holiness from My sugar-shedding lips. Sow the seeds of My34 divine wisdom in the pure soil of thy heart, and water them with the water of certitude, that the hyacinths of My knowledge and wisdom may spring up fresh and green in the sacred city of thy heart. (Hidden Words)
Cat boys made you many kisses to wish you a happy weekend.