Or something like that.
Art was accomplished. Got another of the Poppet Pictures finished
and a Poppet to celebrate Equinox.
Possibly you're feeling like spring will never arrive. I understand---it's how I feel at the end of summer hell here in the desert. Spring is coming, the way cooler air whispers through just when I think it's abandoned us once and for all at the end of summer.
This is our spring. It won't last long, so we must make the most of it. The gazebo is slowly looking more like the greenhouse it's becoming. The tomato seeds we started with are hardy plants now, some with flowers, all who will need protection from the wilting sun soon enough.
The tortie continues her watch. I think of her as MUT (My Untouchable Tortie.) I had some of Ben's wonderful homemade pate'. I shared--- a little--- from about a foot away.
She talked. A little. Too much onion?
No sudden moves.
Tomorrow is Saturday. I dare not make a list. My list will find me out of doors, looking for birds and rabbits, not so unlike the furry little sister whose company I seek and yet, likely alien in her eyes.
