Monday, March 15, 2010

A Classroom of Cats



It has been such a long time since I posted anything but this weekend's weather and these cats are so fine that they both need to be recorded in some way. On the left is Scooter the Snow Cat painted by Troy who is six years old and his friend, Michelle, who is older. On the right is Miss Riley Fancy Cat by Anne and Lexxus, both six years old. She is a spring cat, all dressed up for flowers and sunshine. And at the bottom, is Tiny Cat by Raphael. The wind is blowing his fur. These cats are all friends, and they have many more friends on the walls of their classroom - a whole classroom of cat friends who visit each other in the pages of stories. A nice place to visit. You might even want to live there.

After a week of wonderful weather, the snow in Manitoba is nearly gone. No more snowmen for now. Yea! It is mid-March, (The Ides) and remarkably mild. Thank you, Sky God or El Nino or whoever you are. And tonight we had an extra hour of light before night. One more reason to say thank you and celebrate.





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Summer View From My Kitchen Window

Summer View From My Kitchen Window
I am already more than a week into my summer holidays and just beginning to settle into this greenest of seasons - so glad to be at home with my windows and my light. I am just learning how to post these blogs, spending too much time in front of my computer, not enough time with the sky.  The morning began with thunder - an hour of pouring rain and thunder!!  Long after sunrise, the sky was still dark and ominous, but then suddenly the sun broke through. I put on my garden shoes, grabbed my camera, and went out to the flowers . . .   

After the Rain

After the Rain
After all that wild weather, the day lily leaves were covered with such quiet raindrops . . . 

After the Rain

After the Rain
One side of my yard is lined with leafy peonies - the grandmother of all flowers - pink, white, deep, deep red.  I have been deadheading the flowers all week long, but this one, just opening, survived the storm. I have lived in my house for nearly twenty years; these peonies were here long before I moved in and with any luck will be here long after I am gone.