A Cat By Any Other Name

      Still life with cats: the story of me

 

September 21, 2006

Wisp

…so I need to stop waiting and just write, because otherwise the words in my head just go away. And I am tired of letting that happen.

 

September 22, 2006

Blustered

I am crossing my fingers and hoping that despite the wind and the birds and the worms and everything else that has attacked our trees and prevented us from getting anything more than one single, solitary white peach this entire growing season, the pomegranates might just pull through and make up for all the rest.

 

September 23, 2006

Do you have any idea how hard it is to find somewhere to pose a knitted winter item outside where it might actually look wintery, when it is 90 degrees outside and the trees are all still leafy and green?

 

Do you have any idea how hard it is to find somewhere to pose a knitted winter item outside where it might actually look wintery, when it is 90 degrees outside and the trees are all still leafy and green?

 

September 24, 2006

Up again

I do not know if it ever will resemble a tree at all, but as long as it continues to produce pomegrantes as large and numerous as it currently is doing, it can pretend to be a low-running vine for all I care.