I planted this in early July, in honor of a lost pup…Harley. Each bloom is a bit unkempt, raggedy and still pleasing to the eye…just like our sweet Harley was. With the cataclysmic, mind swirling events besieging us, losing a pet can be measured, by some, as trivial. No so to those that received loyalty, intuitive love and beautiful memories over the years. Harley’s Rose….
empty save a few nearby residents walking their small dogs, that have been cooped up all day in downsized condo’s and flats.
Oh, Penny the Cat is heavily shedding! Also, she is being most affectionate. Results? Covered in cat hair and my allergies inflamed! But, I love her up anyway….
‘In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this.’ Terry Pratchett
Penny the Cat, like many cats, does things on her own terms. One, is lounging half on my keyboard and the other half off into a pillow or a “don’t get hair on that” blanket. Here, she decided to crash after a manic effort at rubbing noses, pushing my glasses off my face and clawing my chin in an effort to get more chin rubs. An aside: notice the camera upper right. She was lying atop the strap so a no go on the camera’s use here.
