You wouldn't be able to tell from these photos that it is January, and that it is rather cold, for us that is, here in Southern California. I suppose the bare branches might tip you off that it is wintery at least.
Augustus and Ollie sing cat songs when they hear and see doves flying above, you know that sound of soft flapping wings that is almost musical, not mechanical. So, I took this picture for them, of the mauve dove that had just flown over their heads and perched himself on one of those peachy mauve bare branches that cool morning in January.
That morning we each had our own little pleasures to enjoy. For me it was the cat boys, the light on the branches, the cool air, the shadows, the coming to life of the still early morning.
For Augustus the Sweet Pants, it was the higher ground scenery, the sounds coming from above.
For Mr Puffy Pants, it was the cold earth, the smell of damp soil, fresh shoots and dead leaves, the vibrations that his big paws felt in the ground below.
Ollie explored.
No sooner had he stepped out of the cold shade and walked into the morning sun's down pour that he forgot his morning plans and succumbed to the lure of the freshly warmed cold earth.
That dirty boy! Someone will have to kiss him soon.
He savored, absorbed, and
delighted in that little piece of land.
We three the pondered on this little message:
O My Friends!
Walk ye in the ways of the good pleasure of the Friend, and know that His pleasure is in the pleasure of His creatures... (The Hidden Words)
I noticed the loving glances of Mr Sweet Pants who was also enjoying the warming rays of sun directed towards his mesmerized brother for some moments.
A new day was awaiting us....
Cat boys made you pawfuls of kisses and blew them in the air with their best wishes.
Happy Tuesday everyone!
Ciao!
