Tag: Sasha

Asleep At The Wheel

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Sunrise through Resa’s Tree

Sunrise on the Lonsome Sunflower

Spunk asleep at the wheel.

Good Old Beaker. According to the bird age calculator, Beaker is 155 years old in human years.

I stood up for a second, and Marble appeared in my chair.

Cheese line waiting for Loki to finish. Loki thought it was lip-licking good.

Spunk gloving

Sunset

Cheetah in the clouds

Holy Pholage

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Remnants of a thunderstorm that hammered us with 0.41 inches of rain in 30 minutes yesterday afternoon. So far we have received 0.82 inches of rain this July. That is exactly 0.82 inches more rain than we got last July.

Sunday’s Sunrise

Holy Pholage of Silver and Sasha. “100% Guaranteed Performance”

Lonesome Sunflower

Glenda

Sunset

Social Disease

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Lyrics by Burnie Taupin. Music by Elton John. Vocals by Timothy Price

Social Disease is on Elton John’s Yellow Brick Road album, released in 1973. While I never drank, smoked, or did illegal drugs when I was a teenager (and still don’t), I loved Social Disease because I could relate to it as my peers thought I was a weirdo. Many teachers and principals told my mom I would grow up to be a no-good-for-nothing social disease. I never rebelled against my parents. I didn’t need to. They left me alone to take care of the animals and the house and irrigate the property through my teen years. But I rebelled against authority and public school. I hated both with a passion.

Loki: “Reach out and touch someone with a social disease!”

Breast Cancer Rose

Marble: “Where’s the cheez?” Loki: “Concetrate hard!” Silver; “¡Milagro!”

Line of cats

Thunderstorm

Guess The Food

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White lilies

Can you guess what’s in the iron skillet?

Box hugger Sasha keeping me from taking out the boxes I broke down.

Can you guess what’s on the plates?

Sasha: “If you wanted to see more clearly, you could have used the binoculars!”

Spider lily

Spunk: “Who are you calling a ‘Tart?’ Paparazzo Moroncy. Keep your cherries to yourself!”