Never say never to a cat!

Meeeee yowl yowl yowl!

Huh?

It’s time to FEED me, mommy sweets.

What the …!

Feed me Feed me Feed me.

It’s only six-twenty in the morning!

Right!  Twenty minutes late.

 

ME OWOWOW!

NOOOOO!!!

?????

Me…

 

…ow

?

Meow

Meow meow

Meow meow meow

YOWL YOWL YOWL!!!!!!!

All right, all ready! Give me fifteen minutes to wake up and get out of bed.

One minute…

Two minutes…

Three minutes…

…fifteen minutes!

BZZZZZ BZZZZZ BZZZZZ BZZZZZ BZZZZZ

Huh!!! What the… Why is this #$%#! alarm going off?

I'm blessed with dexterous paws, sleepyhead.

You little devil.

I’m starving, mommy, starving!  It’s almost fifteen hours since I last ate.

Maybe if you stuck to the schedule, your tummy would still be satisfied.

Silly mommy.  Schedule smedule, what is that to a cat.  We eat, then repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat.

OKAY! Okay. I get the drift.  What a headache.

I wouldn’t be that hard on myself, mommy dearest.  Just feed me!

You were so angelical last night, then this morning a little monster.

Just multi-tasking, mommy slow butt.

Okay, you little demon, I’m going back to sleep, and you can starve until dinner.

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ZZZzzzzzzz… ZZZzzzzzzz… ZZZzzzzzzz…

Me...

...ow

? 

Meow.

  

MEOW! 

 

ME OWOWOW!!

?

MEOW MEOW

MEOW MEOW!!

MEOW MEOW

MEOW MEOW!!

MEOW MEOW

MEOW MEOW!!

 

YOWL!!!  YOWL!!!  YOWL!!!

Oh, good grief, I'M GETTING UP!

Late Morning~

My cats are in sleep mode, as they usually are this time of day.  Austin is my yowler.  He can be heard a block away when tucked into his carrier on a trip to the veterinarian.  When Austin makes an entrance through their doors, everyone knows the king has arrived.  Charlotte is demurer with her higher pitched voice that demands little attention, poor soul.

I’m in shelter mode today, trying to calm down a headache.  All my spicebushes have died or are dying from neglect, and more sun than shade from an aging ash tree that has become lopsided in its shade cover.  Much work and loving care kept them beautiful the past twenty years, and I am heartbroken.

How unlucky in life to be blessed with a giant ash tree that once supported so many insects, and now, after its biennial treatment of systemic poison to stave off the Emerald Ash Borer seems to support nothing.  It’s a standing death tree, and it covers most of my back yard. 

If I had visualized all the other forces that would enter my life, perhaps I would have kept my garden smaller, but it was like all things delicious in the beginning; I just kept coming back for more.  It still gives me pleasure when I can escape working in it.

In the beginning it was all about native plants.  Years later it was narrowed down to no cultivars or nativars.  More years later it was narrowed further down to regional natives.  I feel like a quack these days for leaving my old certification signs up.   Sometimes progress leaves us behind in the dust, and we must settle for what we already have.

Late Evening ~

While this morning was filled with the cooing of mourning doves looking for mates, it was also filled with wave after wave of birds bathing.  The six bird baths were refilled three times before the rain came late afternoon.

A few photos only, as most days have been insufferably hot and humid, and I’m in melting mode within five minutes outside.  The heavens have been generous with rain resulting in a whole lot of leaves and a little pinch of flowers.  It’s a bit disappointing.

Spring started quite early and the synchronization between flora and fauna seems a bit off.  Today the ground is covered with bunches of Blackhaw Viburnum flower stems that were never pollinated.  That’s bad news for the birds who rely on the berries for food. 

The croaking of tree frogs is my favorite sound in nature on a warm spring night.  I’m listening to them now.  And with that, I’m out of here and off to bed.  Sleep tight.

Bumblebee on Butterflyweed

Swamp Rose

Penstemon digitalis 'Husker Red'

Megisto cymela, the Little Wood Satyr Butterfly

Not the nicest name, 

if you know what a satyr is in Greek mythology.

The female lays her eggs on grass.

Hiding in the grassy weed patch near the prairie area.

Polish Spirit Clematis

If you want a clematis that can live through anything,

this is your plant.

'Minnie Pearl' Phlox carolina, Thickleaf Phlox

Needs constant moisture.

A slight touch of lavender in the throat.

Hexastylis arifolis, Little Brown Jug, native ginger plant.

 Looking huge after three years

Monarda bradburiana, Beebalm

Seed Chambers after flower petals have fallen off.

Old Winterthur Viburnum flowers beginning to wither.

A native leather-leaf clematis

that apparently grew from a seed.

The flower is much darker than on the parent plant,

and is growing in dappled shade.

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The Song of the Cicadas

“Someone shot the cat lady.” he says, standing in the doorway.

“Okay.” I say.  I assume it has to be about the tv.  I wait.  He leaves.  I plop a tea bag and soup spoon into my cat cup of hot water, and scurry back into the cat’s den… my writing room.

As I get cozy with the three pillows piled onto my armchair, cat Austin makes his entrance as if he is telepathic.  Without asking, he curls tightly into the triangular area of my left bent arm, making air biscuits.

It's a surreal feeling that my life isn't any more important than I think it is; but apparently, I think I'm extremely important, as I put up quite a struggle to keep myself from sinking underground and becoming fertilizer for my garden.

After one malady is under control, another one forces itself upon me.  There was a time when I told my family I wanted to live to be 100 years old.  What a dreamer I was.  A talk with my sister last night sunk me to rock bottom, as she described the last years of mom's life with her.  

Mom's leg problems are my leg problems.  So much for the surreal.  I would have loved to have dreamed a bit longer... but, it is what it is.  Is it better to not know?  Oh, to dabble one's toes in hell while others fly up, up, up into the heavens... who knows.

Cicadas!

They're a hot topic at the moment, as each group crescendos in unison, then decrescendos half way, then back up again, then down again to almost nothing.  Of course, they never stay at nothing if its a mildly cool sunny day.  They have little time to mate before death claims them back into earths fold where they were once nurtured.

The emergence of this brood XIX, 13 years in the ground creatures, cannot be missed no matter how hard one may try.  Yesterday I stood on the deck and thought how beautiful they sound in the distance.  Today the noise is mind boggling as they fill the trees in my own yard.

This cicada does not have good looks going for it with those freaky orange eyes and legs that seem to repel people who are not one with nature, but their importance should not be dimished by this.  They are nature's offering to aerate the soil, feed the species, and fertilizer the earth.

Their wings are sublime beauty, as if delicate stained glass, and a bit of sadness will linger as the last ones drop back to the earth, and disappear for years to come.  It's life, isn't it... it gives and it takes back.

Just another reminder of our loss of Dustin.  We never realized how many cicadas of this brood fed our dog.  We thought not too many, as I spied him catch a few as they flew by or landed on the patio; but apparently tons upon tons, as we have to sweep the dead ones up daily, when ten years ago, we rarely had to bother.

A short post today, as life's been a bitch lately.  Not too many photos, as Vic must hold onto me when I'm out in the garden photographing.  On the patio, I'm much better with my balance.  The following poem is more about the summer cicadas, but we get those also.

The Song Of The Cicadas

     by Roderic Quinn

          an Australian Poet

Yesterday there came to me
from a green and graceful tree
as I loitered listlessly
nothing doing, nothing caring,
light and warmth and fragrance sharing
with the butterfly and the bee,
while the sapling-tops a-glisten
danced and trembled, wild and willing
such a sudden sylvan shrilling
that I could not choose but listen.

Green cicadas, black cicadas,
happy in the gracious weather,
floury-baker, double-drummer,
all as one and all together,
how they voiced the golden summer.

Stealing back there came to me
as I loitered listlessly
'neath the green and graceful tree,
nothing doing, nothing caring,
boyhood moments spent in sharing
with the butterfly and the bee
youth and freedom, warmth and glamour
while cicadas round me shrilling,
set the sleepy noontide thrilling
with their keen insistent clamour.

Green cicadas, black cicadas,
happy in the gracious weather
Floury-bakers, double-drummers
all as one and all together --
how they voice the bygone summers!

Fleabane

This seeds everywhere, but it does not overpower any other plant.

People look at it as a problematic weed, but I just see beauty.

It dies down and eventually disappears after blooming .

Baptisia Purple Smoke

I ignore them and they do fine.

Early winter when the stems detach at ground level,

the wind will blow them across the yard all intertwined,

much like a tumbleweed.

Lyre Leaf Sage

Maianthemum racemosum, False Solomon's Seal

Flowers turn into pretty berries for wildlife

I no longer have my garden notes, 

but I think this is 'Cardinal de Richelieu' a gallica rose.

We dug it up years ago, but a sucker survived

and is slowly expanding.  It seems to blend in well with the grasses.

Few thorns, but it's in an area I cannot reach.

A Jumping Spider

Clematis Venosa Violacea

On a ride from the doctor's office

In the weed patch

Cicadas on Pachysandra procumbens, Allegheny Spurge

Cidada emerging from it's hard exoskeleton,

so it's wings will unfold and dry out.

After that it will drop to the ground 

and head for the nearest tree or shrub.

Some will have problems with their molting and die. 

Exoskeletons

Clematis viorna, I think

A leather Leaf type of native clematis.

I don't feel well enough to try and identify these muchrooms.

I always enjoy seeing them.

What a marvel!

My babies - Austin and Charlotte

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