The Little Things. . .

Prettiness...is that a word?

My roses are doing so well. They all bloom at once, leaving me with lots of pretty flowers to fill my home with. Now I just need to add to my vase collection. I love my little bunny and penguin. Now I just need a squirrel vase to add to my little animal collection.

Daisy

I went into the backyard this morning and immediately heard plaintive little meows. I'm starting to wonder how much time this little cat spends in my yard. She was quite comfortable lounging on a kayak.

If she continues being so precious, it is going to be hard for me not to keep her. I wonder if Izzy would like her? Probably not. She then threw herself in front of the door to prevent me from returning inside. When that failed, she attempted to sneak in. Sigh. She is too sweet.

Meow

We have a squatter in our backyard. I have named her Daisy. She is a little silver tabby kitty kat. I went outside to water the roses this morning and she was on the deck staring at me. So I gave her some belly rubs and she tried to eat my hand.

I've seen her around the house before, but she usually runs off home. At least I hope she has a home to run off to. She has a collar, but she must belong to brilliant people, because there is no tag attached to that collar.

I went to go back inside, to my Izzy Rose, who doesn't have a tag or a collar, but who is petrified of being outside and therefore has no need for either, since she is a strictly inside kitty, and Daisy tried to follow me in. She was very persistent. I didn't let her in though, I don't believe in catnapping. So I went inside and found my Izzy, who was and still is pretty pissed at me. She is a jealous meowser and doesn't like it when I give belly rubs freely to other felines. I hope she gets over it by the end of the day.

Vacation Please

I wish I was here. . .





. . .but instead I am on my couch with a crim law textbook. Aargh.

Lurking in the Garden. . .

hmmm...maybe I need to plant some bamboo.

Crazy Cat Lady

Just because. . .

If only . . .

I had $200 so I could buy this purse that I absolutely do not need, but desparately want. Sigh.

Reflections. . .

Space

I am feeling a little claustrophobic today. I need to get out of the house and away from textbooks. If only I could be in one of these places instead.

Spring

Mina

Mina is the newest addition to my sister's little family. She is a super sweet schnauzer. I am used to taking pictures of my little meowser, who happily sits by and lets me snap endless photos of her. Mina, on the other hand, has more important things to do, like chew on toys, chase squirrels, and roll around in the grass.

BZZZZZ

My Thumb is Green

My sugarplums and I planted 3 rose bushes this weekend. So far all of them are still alive and blooming. Hopefully, I will not kill any of them. I am keeping my fingers crossed.

Here are pictures of the blooms from my precious little plants. Hopefully, in the upcoming weeks, I will be able to add a pale baby pink and a blood red rose to the bunch.

Isabel Rose

Some days you just need to stop and smell the roses.

Apparently, Isabel Rose Meowser was aptly named. Whenever cut flowers are in the house, she needs to stop and admire them. Unless its an orchid, in which case it needs to be swatted down like an enemy combatant. Roses, though, are obviously her favorite.

Layers

I received Paintshop pro for my birthday last year. I hate reading instruction booklets, so I have limited its use to things that are simple. I got bored though and finally learned how to layer images. The result is a bit of a mess, but I like it nonetheless.

Love and the Sound of Music

Happy Valentines Day

Perhaps I had a wicked childhood

Perhaps I had a miserable youth

But somewhere in my wicked miserable past

I must have had a moment of truth

For here you are

Standing there

Loving me

Whether or not you should

So somewhere in my youth

Or childhood

I must have done something good

Paths

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference

Robert Frost

The Little Things. . .