It's a Cat's Life

The Wooded Life

Just for fun, I took a walk around the property with the camera. Here's a sampling of the pics -



Wild grass growing in the front woods



Rasberries loaded and ripening



Virginia creeper climbing old pine



Front woods...



Mulberries going to waste - way too high to pluck. And who's gonna climb a ladder on a hill?



Sun dappled white pine branches



White pines & Aspens




Mint or Sage type plants....


I know I planted these, but couldn't guess what they are.... :O
In the lily family?



Lilies. Perfect, aren't they. :)




Weeds which I permitted to flourish along the sides - naturalized garden, ok? The bees, butterflies, and hummingbirds will visit them just the same.





I think there is a bee visiting these weeds, actually...










Another Lily - these are tall dramatic looking lilies. I cut a bunch and have in the kitchen.





Sun hitting on tree roots, where critters live...




More cast aside roots.



Poison Ivy. Which I'm not allergic to.


Dianthus


More Dianthus - Purple/whites called 'sweet william'.



Lovely yellow flowers I can't remember name of. They flower all summer. Coreopsis?


Shasta daisies...


Rose - forgot the name. Very fragrant climber


Backwoods


Under the green curtain...



River Birch



Up to back of house...



Dog - who NEEDS a bath. Rolled in deer poop.... :[



Burdocks - giant thistle

Funny story. The guy who invented velcro got his inspiration from burrs caught in dog's coat.



Burdocks / giant thistle




Daylilies



Coleus (sp?) Or 'painted leaves'


Pansies & painted leaves


Funny face



Cool leaf pattern



More of those leaves



Virginia Creeper on white pine




2 year old aspen



Back woods - where the sunlight never hits the ground

Or on a more positive note...

HA!

June Morning Harvest

Just a relaxing view of the rose garden. Half of which is covered in buds and the promise of beauty to come, the next boiling hot day. You can smell the roses just stepping down the hill from the house, and rounding the wooded path leading into the garden. There is more to the garden to the left of the rose garden, but a lot of it won't bloom until July-August. The roses are my pride though - especially since most of the roses seen here were supposedly killed in a bad winter storm we had earlier this year.

Lunch Fruits...

Three pages (two double sided) plotwork written after gym on lunchbreak. Exercise does stir the gray matter - clearly. :]

I now know how to bridge and finish a novel I'm working on. Yay.

Remember you that way...

In the beginning, I said I didn't want you.
I was just being contrary, I'm sorry.
I knew better the first time I saw you -
So silly, plucky, determined, endearing...

You were too white, she said
He's going to be trouble, they said
Do something with him - he's a monster, they said
Then everything went wrong the first time

Anyone other would not have won that first fight,
No one else would be so determined and forgiving
You won that fight, but were left crippled by the next
I just wanted everyone else to see the dog I did.

Five years it took, before I understood
A dog's life means more than just for show
It's letting the dog be, accepting him as he is
Giving him the leash, letting him disobey

Any other dog would have taken advantage,
But you never left our side, and always
You never failed to show the worth of a golden heart
Proved yourself a dog bred to love and be loved.

Your body became mishapen by age and disease
Your fur became ratted and coarse
Your eyes and ears began to fail you
And your limbs could no longer carry you as they did

What you must have put up with all your life
No other dog fought so many battles and lived with so much
And no other dog took it in stride and turned that sweet gaze
Never a snarl or a growl, but always that true golden smile

I will miss your company on Sunday mornings
I will lie awake listening for your snores
Goofy winged-out clown, coming home won't be the same
Without your eager little face and the sound of your voice

If I could relive all thirteen years
I'd do so over and over, just to hold and kiss you again
I will miss you my dear sweet angel.
I am broken and alone without you.