I irrigated on Thursday. A gopher hole created an unwanted lake that was draining water that the plants needed. After 30 minutes of trying to plug the hole where it was flowing out of the ground, which I knew wouldn’t work, I finally found two holes that were the source and plugged them. Not before getting a significant-sized lake. The whole thing reminded me of how the Salton Sea was created.
Loki was practicing his cat tree ballet.
White neon iris
Sunset
I’m trying out a new photo editor called RAW Power. So far it’s pretty good.
Processing a photo of our bunny in RAW Power.
pTerodactyl flying overhead
Buddy working hard
Hummingbird behind
Almost the same devilishly cool temperature inside as outside.
Sunrise looking south
Cresent moon at sunrise
Pretty Peonies
Venus, Jupiter, Mars, and Saturn among the stars. We had a clear morning.
The two older owlets are branching out.
Neil Diamond and the Iris
Venus, Jupiter, Mars, and Saturn among the star, shining through thin clouds and smoke.
A Jake-In-The-Box
Lizard
Western Bluebirds of happiness
Iris
Blue Iris
Mother’s Day roses: Neil Diamond looks like Scentimental. Anna’s Promise, and Vavoom.
Ketchup & Mustard and Vavoom.
Beaker
Søren
Ring around the moon
It’s half the moon it used to be!
I brought my guitar stool out into the dance room for Laurie to try it out to see what height stool we needed to order for her to use at school. Sasha was really digging on it so I left it out for her to hangout on. But then Spunk couldn’t resist, and started eating the stool. So now there are several torn places on the seat. Spunk has to be one of the most destructive cats I have ever known.
“Whaddya talking about? Who? Moi? Me! ¿Me? Fi? Mise? Μου? Mij? Mir? मैं? Мне? Resa’s sweet little ‘Spunky Poo💋’? Do I look the the type who would eat a guitar stool?” YES!!!!!
“Oh wow, man! Like there’s some really heavy hallucinogens in that catnip! It’s like I can see strawberry catnip fields forever!”
I thought there would be a really good, colorful sunset out of these clouds last night. It didn’t happen. Everything turned gray. I think Gwendolyn’s catnip hallucinations confiscated all of the strawberry color out of the sky to color her forever strawberry catnip fields.
River Shark reflecting in the Rio Grande
Mermaid out of water wilts
Peace on a peaceful afternoon.
A beauty beaten
Her silence hides violence
Story goes untold
Spiders sit on pink
Waiting unsuspecting prey
Petals soft with silk
Sunset orange glows
On clouds stretching yawn good night
Darkness doffs the day
The morning dressed the clouds in oranges, pinks and grays at dawn.
Yellow roses for Robbie
The evening dressed the storm clouds in various shades of gray as they passed overhead, delivering rain along their way.
