the day before yesterday Jupiter killed a wee mouse and I found it dashed in front of my very ancient very heavy round mirror which I have yet to hang and I buried the mouse in THE KILLING FIELDS of my forest then thanked Jupiter with my whole heart this morning she was singing her kill song and I went to the kitchen (no more bare feet when it's dark) and Jupiter was staring intently into my Wizard of Oz™ cookie jar in which I keep my cooking utensils the mouse was still alive and I carried the cookie jar to the deck and let her run away wee mouse #2 will probably come right back in tonight but it is so good to have a forest smart kitty who is proud to keep this house mouse-free and she has no interest in leaving mouse heads in my bed or anywhere for that matter
this morning I bought two fans because it's supposed to get hot
my snap dragons have sprung
I watched this deer and she watched me as I drank tea on the deck after the cookie jar caper
here is my fig tree named Figgy Pudding it just seems a miracle that such proud leaves could appear at the end of a stick
I puked so hard two nights ago that I broke a blood vessel under my right eye a big one hideous
I am so happy that I can't even believe it
hello Darklings I hope spring shines her savage face away from you and hurry summer
this morning I bought two fans because it's supposed to get hot
my snap dragons have sprung
I watched this deer and she watched me as I drank tea on the deck after the cookie jar caper
here is my fig tree named Figgy Pudding it just seems a miracle that such proud leaves could appear at the end of a stick
I puked so hard two nights ago that I broke a blood vessel under my right eye a big one hideous
I am so happy that I can't even believe it
hello Darklings I hope spring shines her savage face away from you and hurry summer
posted by Radish King at 2:23 PM
10 Comments:
All of it- ALL of it.
Life.
Your new header is beautiful. And I love Figgy Pudding.
I love you Mary Moon.
Figgy pudding! Of course.
Dearest R I have never got over the miracle of things growing in dirt. Every every day I go down the hill and talk to Figgy Pudding just like a crazy old woman. Joy!!!
You live in paradise with your animal gods. I am so glad you have Jupiter. And the deer is just drawn to you. Love and kisses😝
Trees are like children, and that one is the sweetest little toddler.
Despite the breaking blood vessels vomiting, I am happy that you are so happy you can't believe it.
Thank you for sharing your magical new home with us. I come here to remind myself that someday, I, too, might find my very own somewhere over the rainbow, deep in the lush woods home.
Joanne, it really is paradise here with natural beauty and beasts and no neighbors to peek in! I have no desire to even hang curtains and in the old house I had curtains on every single window and still I felt exposed. Here I just feel at home for the second time ever in my life the first time was when I lived on the mountain with the hippies. xor
Liv, the trees are so ALIVE here and grow so quickly they seem still then in the morning they have grown a foot! xor
LKD, Summer's End is proof that miracles can happen. Every day I find something new for instance this morning I learned the exact intersection of the wall in the kitchen and the wall of the foyer with my poor toe! xor
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