Purple Shamrock (oxalis triangularis)
Top of the mornin’ to ya.
Lucky Charms
Tag: Photography
I Said Hush.
Not Pink…Yet
For those of you following my hair saga, I won’t keep you in suspense. The good news is I can have pink accents. The bad news is I have to wait six weeks. So for now, please enjoy the blonde. My stylist was wonderful. My hair was very dark in the back and the layers were a mess all over. Shout out to Morgan for making me feel spicy. 🩷
The back of my head is also on my stories on Instagram, via Morgan’s page. I won’t put that information here for the sake of privacy, but if you visit my Instagram stories, it’s there (for about 12 more hours).
Stay tuned…
Leaving – the video
This is the same capture as the previous post, entitled leaving, except for this is the video that I recorded. I realized later that the video is cooler than the photo. But may have been distracting with a little bit of poetry at the bottom.
Sound up for engine noise and also Jerome, who is the crow that does not like me. Now it’s his season and he’s going to follow and laugh at me when I walk, and basically make my life miserable because I told him he could not put his dried bagels in the birdbath two years ago. Crows have a long memory and hold grudges. Jerome has told his whole family to caw at me. I’m at the local pharmacy, he will show up over there and harass me in the parking lot. His name is Jerome, and you must say it in the way that Elaine said it on Seinfeld.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the video.
Leaving
To arrive
Somewhere else
Catch me in these blue skies
You could try
A Cat
If you’ve been with me for a while, you knew this answer was coming. Why would I compare myself to a cat? Why not?
Here’s what cats and I have in common: When we like you, you will know it. When we don’t like you, you will know it. We don’t give our affections to just anyone, we choose the people who won’t look at us. Duh. We will welcome you after you’ve been away for a long time, but we will not run up to greet you and lick your face. That is uncouth. Instead, we will wait the perfunctory 3 to 5 business days to say hello to you, because you left, and that was not approved.
(I love dogs, have had several, and you guys know that I love my friend Petey. The insinuation of dogs being uncouth is a joke.)
Here are some photos of me training to be a cat:
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Crocuses Are Here
Spring is in the air…
Daffodils
Not My Dog©️ – Petey
This is a new series. I previously posted. Star, who is Not My Cat©️. Because I love all animals, let’s talk about dogs.
This is my friend Petey. His full name is Peter, but his mom only calls him Peter if he is in trouble.
Petey is my neighbor’s dog. I’ve known him since he was a puppy. He is now about two years old. He gets very excited to see me when we greet each other at the back fence. One time he peed a little, he was so happy to see me. I take that as a great honor. (But it’s only an honor for dogs, not people.)
When I first met Petey, it was at the fence. I never saw him outside of the fence until I went to a party at his house. He could not believe I had legs. After the party, I returned to my home, and again was trapped by the fence, legless.
I don’t see Petey very often, but when I do, I run out the front door to chase him down when he’s on a walk. Or, if he’s in the backyard, I will wave, but I will try not to disrupt him from his resting spot in the sun. I saw him Friday afternoon while he was walking. I chased him down and he came back. He was excited to see me, and he was wearing a cap.
Petey is a mutt. He is very cute and I love him.
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Good Morning
“It's Amy,” I said. 