
I made it to Germany

Iris blooming

A 16th Century Mill

They sell many types of flour and cereals

A touch of the new

The woods

Clouds relfecting in the twilight


Geese @ twilight

Dawn

I’m flying to Germany tomorrow. Spunk helped me pack.


Spunk posing for Laurie
“What do you mean I can’t go?”


Sunset

Beaver

A beaver swam in the shallows, while cranes were taking a break on their way north.

Beaver stopped in front of us to get a snack. He paid no attention to us.


Dusk

6:00 am is twilight again


The new dawn

Spunk lost his tail for a few days. I finally found it. It had fallen under the steps into the library. He took it to bed for a nap not long after I put it back into his toy box.

A cat 7 was on the bed when Jake and I got back from our morning walk

Spunk protecting my phone

Interesting result

Jake tried to get me up at our normal walk time, which with the time change was 5:00 a.m. I told him to go back to bed. He had to wait until the afternoon to go on a walk because I had a lot to do in the morning and early afternoon. The afternoon was beautiful. We got in a three-mile walk. Surprisingly, we only saw a couple walking their dog and two cyclists for being such a beautiful afternoon.

Silver, Glenda and Sasha stayed in bed longer than Spunk, Marble and I did. Spunk and Marble would have stayed in bed if I hadn’t gotten up.

I saw this Shelby Cobra on the way home from the store this morning. I can’t tell if it’s authentic, but it’s a great-looking car.

Spunk thinking about life, the universe, and everything after we got out of bed this morning.


Jake was seeing if the perpetual sneaker on the coyote that only coyotes, Jake, and I seem to walk on, would fit his right paw. He discovered that he got it on the wrong foot.




Almost got goosed by a couple of geese doing a close fly-by!

“What’s the password, Paparazzo? Sorry! ‘What? I don’t need no stinking password!’ is not the password. Ya wanna try again?”

Spunk

Worm Moon at Dawn

Cranes flying up north from down south are passing through.


“What’s this uppity women from the Middle Ages stuff? What about uppity middle-aged cats from the here and now? I’m going to go medieval on that paper!”



Sunset

Beaver in the pink


Cranes that flew from down south, on the way north, roosting at 4th of July Point for the night.

Clouds tried to hold onto the Bloody Worm Moon

But it slipped through the clouds




Dawn

Cloud skullduggery

The river is down. The cranes are out!

Silver

Sunset

What’s the mystery shot of?

Where cranes once foraged
A lone duck stood reflecting in the shallows
Silence pushed against the current
Winter yawned while preparing her bed
Spring stirred under leafy covers
Dreaming colors that wait her awakening


Dawn

Who might the mistery kitty be?

Beeing like spring



Loki

Mama Taratula finally got here






The Worm Moon rising.
At 4:30 tomorrow morning MDT, there will be a full, bloody eclipse of the moon. If I wake up around 4:00 a.m., I’ll go out and see what I can see of it. The moon will be close to the horizon when it is fully eclipsed at 4:30, so I might not be able to see it through the trees.

The cranes left before the worm moon rose.


Dusk

The Worm Moon melting an alien


NIght sky


Cloud-like layers hang in the air
Silence, once jet noise, rings of freedom
To get from here to there in hours’ time
The send from there to here for just a few dimes
Guaranteed delivery by next-day air
Supply chain in the physical cloud
Knights in white satin?
Exhausted to deliver
Us along with the goods
A lifeline for our way of life



Gwendoly working on a load of dirt and leaves


Dusk



Marble hogging the cheese

Cranes reflecting before they fly north