From morning to night. The day goes something like this. Cat on the porch. Today it's Smokey.In the light of the sun.
In the early morning, the Black Bacarra finally opens. My favourite rose. And I'm not really partial to roses.But I've been given quite a few roses. And have even found a few I like. Actually, I prefer loosey goosey flowers. But this one "sends" me. Must be because it is scented like chocolate.........dark chocolate.
And the Flame Rose, or Sunset Rose ( it has a variety of names), is rather scorching this morning.
And there it is....that loose fluff of flowers I crave.Pots piled together. Any pots. Stuffed with dirt and things that cascade, fall, droop. The droopier the better. Just waiting for sweet peas to make an entrance. And Penguin. He arrives with the sun. He craves a snack or two or three. On his epic morning sojourn, from one neighbour to the next.
"Once more a perfect morn! With feet that trod Earth's green....."
".......and sun-kissed hair that swept heaven's blue................."
Cordelia in her favourite hiding place...
"affable, smiling, I met God.............."
"Delighted with His work as when it was new." (Epigram on Morn by Sir William Watson 1858-1935, born in Yorkshire)
At night when the sun goes down, the light hits the green of the wall so perfectly.It's full of garter snakes.........hiss....
Sunset bathes everything in a lovely glow. Even Smokey. He has taken to frolicking on the hill. It's where he catches garter snakes. Garter snakes that I take away from him. Much to his chagrin.
I hide the snakes in the terrace with the Moai heads, under the ferns, where he can't seem to find them. Which is just as well. The snakes have a job to do, eating bugs and slugs. Happy snakes. Healthy garden. And Smokey returns to his favourite past time: sleeping in the last light of the sun. Probably dreaming of more snakes to catch tomorrow.....
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