When the agapanthus blooms

the two Mrs like to sit next to it while they adore the doves that practice their model walk for them.

I adored them, and the agapanthus that has the just so right amount of bluish lavender to delight the rods and cones...

And then again, I adored and applauded the two young ones for practicing their minds, focusing, imagining, thinking.

Later when they tired of focusing and thinking...it was time to sit casually,

elegantly,

peacefully,

until arrived the time to leave.

His little boots always make me smile!

We pondered on this:

"O Salman! All that the sages and mystics have said or written have never exceeded, nor can they ever hope to exceed, the limitations to which man's finite mind hath been strictly subjected. To whatever heights the mind of the most exalted of men may soar, however great the depths which the detached and understanding heart can penetrate, such mind and heart can never transcend that which is the creature of their own conceptions and the product of their own thoughts. The meditations of the profoundest thinker, the devotions of the holiest of saints, the highest expressions of praise from either human pen or tongue, are but a reflection of that which hath been created within themselves, through the revelation of the Lord, their God. Whoever pondereth this truth in his heart will readily admit that there are certain limits which no human being can possibly transgress. ..."  -Gleanings

The cat boys sent you all Juney kisses, by the pawful.  Enjoy...

Ciao!