Monarchs Rule The Yard

October 19, 2019.  Monarchs have begun appearing among our blue mist blooms … any day now we expect a large number to swoop through on their way South.  This is an annual delight, but now comes with a complication named Brie.  She’s spending prime outdoor hours indoors – unless I’m available to go intervene on behalf of the Monarchs.  Monarchs seem quiet swift in rising if a cat appears.  But.  Brie is under restrictions!  I found her huddled on the kitchen counter with bananas, clearly pouting.

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Beckoned

October 3, 2019.   Had a relaxed nap this afternoon in my zero-gravity recliner – recently moved into the living room to increase wiggle space in the den.  When I woke, I was staring at two images blurring together, becoming one big tug on my imagination – a waking dream.  I lay back awhile exploring possibilities, then got up and did the obvious next thing:  I wrote a poem.

The oil painting (perhaps by my grandmother) is of Texas bluebonnets along a country road, near Cuero, Texas.  The cat is one of many feline figures decorating various surfaces in my home.  Positioning cat within the frame was not entirely imagination – my angle looking upward (glasses nowhere near) contributed.  I’ve reconstructed what I “saw” as collage.

Tomorrow I plan a repeat nap, same space.  Who knows what I’ll see?

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Response Able

September 10, 2019.  This is Mary Oliver’s 84th birthday.  This is also a day of numerous stirring poems in my morning read … including cats with whom I have a life-long close affinity (thank you, Cate) and Karma (thank you, LuAnne).   Synchronicity arrived to tie it all together nicely: my cat Brie delivering an opportunity to practice good karma on behalf of a not-yet-adult green anole.  (I call those lizzies.)

Cate’s poem: https://zenofhen.wordpress.com/2019/09/10/unbecoming-2/ 

LuAnne’s poem:  https://intentionalinterplay.wordpress.com/2019/09/10/karma-dharma/ 

No camera in hand when I went to investigate Brie’s yowls.  And when I returned with camera, my subject was hiding deep, deep in the succulents.  Hence, this image is a collage of today’s planter with prior lizzie as stand-in.

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Garden Contrast

October 31, 2018.  Never mind the date and the hue – this is not a Halloween post.

It’s a response to what’s been stirring in my backyard for the past few days, and today’s nudge from Sam Allen at www.peacockpoetryblog.wordpress.com – she suggests a poetic look at one scene through two lenses.  That’s what I’ve been doing in the yard – admiring the butterflies, admiring the cat, conflicted over the proximity of such  different energies.  I am awed (and relieved) at how adeptly butterflies react to presence of cat …

I was unsuccessful trying to photograph Brie leaping for a butterfly, hence the collage.  These butterflies were among this afternoon’s many visitors.  They are indulging in the blue mist that stands three-to-four feet above ground (and cat).

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Peak Curiosity

October 14, 2018.  Out in the yard, pruning back an overgrown Jerusalem Sage, I noticed a small hole at the edge of a stump previously obscured by dense sage – thought nothing of it – UNTIL I noticed my year-old cat Brie trotting away, head held high, looking for all the world like a mother cat carrying a tiny kitten!  I went for the camera, and found cat nose-to-nose with rat, each waiting for the other to make a move.  Not wanting to watch what seemed inevitable, I went back to whacking on the sage.  But I was quickly interrupted by Brie at my heels meowing loudly.  I followed her back to where the rat should be (her perspective) but no longer was.

 

Guessing she blinked first.  Her first rat, but maybe not the rat’s first cat?

 

Look closely, follow Brie’s nose … and you’ll see a tiny rat staring back at her.

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Transitions

May 18, 2018.  Transitions happen, ready or not. I wasn’t. This is day eleven of our new indoor-only cat living the outdoor-only lifestyle. I’ll spare details, but she violated Gary’s tolerance one too many times. This has been harder on me than on the cat, but I am observing her absolute glee with the outdoors and coming around to interpreting her plaintive meows as less complaint than plea for me to join her out there!

All changes again when we begin summer travels.  Both cats will be indoors for the duration.  Both will be very ready to explore the yard when we return. And perhaps at that point, the older cat and younger cat will share in-and-out privileges equally. I have fingers crossed. But I am open to the possibility that this little catalyst may have yet more to teach me.

This image I created for the 2010 Gathering of Circles – http://www.gatheringofcircles.com

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Spring Bed

February 26, 2018.  A good friend has been holding the ashes of her cat Sally for a long, long time – unsure any of her places were long-term. That’s become clearer and clearer, and she asked if I had a place in our yard for Sally. Yes. And a place in my heart. A kinetic sculpture gifted by my friend at the time of her latest move marks the spot.  Although Sally never saw the sculpture, I sense her energy and that of my friend coming together.  It’s Spring, season for new flower beds. And a bed for Sally. The collage pulls the overall scene into a single frame. This post honors my friend, and Sally.

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