Mojave

I think I like LA

Looking down off Mulholland. The 101 and lovely languid LA. 

Merry Christmas

Saturday Labor Day Weekend 2013

 Sitting on the porch. Saw a hummingbird going flower to flower. Then it backed off from a flower like it was waiting its turn. And on that flower was this praying mantis. Wow. 
After while, upstairs to the pink room's bed with the paper & the kitties. Salisbury looks out onto the street. It's starting to drizzle. 

Under the NYS Thru-way Overpass. Massive, and only a tiny piece of the big long road. Suffern Farmers' Market is behind me as I take this photo. 

Back upstairs for round two of paper & naps. Kittens start their snoozing here and very soon end up....

...like this. So cuddly. 

End of a summer of weird weather. Away with linen and cotton and the ceiling fan; the shaded screened front porch, the hot buzz of junebug air, the backyard's stovetop deck, the rustling simmer of the wisteria canopy, streaked with cerulean   jays' wings & dotted with priceless cardinal rubies. My dense suburban canopy.  Autumns of the Northeast- gorgeous stretches of dazzling sunlight filtered thru crisp and crackling red, orange and yellow leaves. I love the brisk air  which infuses a body with the crack of beginning. Heave in a deep breath and lock it with a grin. Squint into fresh cold air, pull your shoulders back and step into new. 

These pictures kinda suck. 

The Kittens Charlie & Sally.

 Sunday morning scrubbiness. 

Very sweet female kittens grow more confident and cuddly. Play fight like unsupervised boys. Follow me around the house and nap or frolic. The usual cat stuff. They're not Cricket, but they are their own specialness. They're growing on me. 

My grandma & great grandmother.

Very strong resemblance I have to them both. GGM with baby grandma 1912. And grandmother in church basketball team photo circa 1928. 

I don't want to get up and go to work.