Two cats sitting on a porch. From next door. Two cats who say hello. Smokey catches snakes. Spencer referees.
A birdhouse made by a friend long ago. A tub of thorny gooseberries. Hard to pick. Easy to wound. Easier to forgive.
A rose thought to have been killed by the snow.
Beautiful Cordelia who comes to visit each day. Posing on the fence.Posing anywhere, for that matter. Looking for photo ops.
A plum tree that actually has produced mountains of plums. Fruit laden branches hanging low to the ground. Like elephant trunks.
Sweet Peas. Just beginning. Never ending. Reminds me of my mother. Reminds me of walls of sweet peas that were as never ending as the plums.
Fluterbys. Fluttering and weaving.
A lemonade rose, back from the dead.
And the Flutterby. Did I mention it already? There seems to be more than one popping about.
And of course Spencer. Mr. Personality.
Time for tag with Cordelia. HE sees her......
And SHE sees him...............
Wow, can Cordelia run fast.........
And the Flutterby. Did I mention it ? Must have. There seems to be another one.
And flowers. Popping up all over. Like magic.
And two indoor cats. In early morn. Listening to the wind. Watching for excitement. The third one hides under the chair. Too much excitement, I guess.
Put them all together.
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