Tag: trees

Cheez Almost Gone

Timothy Price36 Comments

“Ah! Hmm! Papa Ratzo! Are you like dense or something? Can’t YOU see the CHEEZ is COVERED?”

Loki: “It looks like a wee bit of Cheez. It stinks like an Old wee bit of Cheez. It’s dry like an Old wee bit of Cheez…”

Loki: “I think the stupid, clueless Papa Ratzo duped us with a piddling amount of cheez! I’m outta here!”

Silver: “Wait! Loki! You’re leaving me to deal with the stupid, clueless Papa Ratzo and a piddling amount of dry, stinky Cheez?”

Cats: “Are you ILL il Papa Ratzo? Did you not learn anything from the CHEEZ incident earlier?”

Paparazzo: “I just topped off the jug and blessed it! What else do you want me to do?”

Cats: “You need to ask? You are more clueless than we thought!”

Where’s Nora?

Timothy Price48 Comments

Almost Worm Moon setting at dawn. The full moon is tonight, but it’s blocked by clouds at the moment.

Can you find Nora Owl?

Is that a stupid paparazzo standing on the ditch bank pointing a bazooka at us?

Psst! Don’t look now, but there’s a stupid paparazzo shooting us with a bazooka!

Kiss me, you fool!

Umph! Mo motos mit ma moth mull!

We had intermittent storms with icy winds this afternoon. The wind was biting when I walked down to check on Nora.

Sunset

Where’s The Cheez?

Timothy Price43 Comments

Wind blew the color away at dawn

What’s a matter you, Paparazzo? Where’s the stinking cheeeezzzz, already?

Silver: “So, Loki? Do you think the stupid Paparazzo put the cheez in this thing?” Loki: “I don’t see no stinking Cheez dish or smell no stinking Cheez! But I suppose there could be Cheez in that there thingamagig. But I’m tellin’ you Sliver, Cheez or no Cheez, I smell a stinking rat of a Paparazzo!”

Silver: “So that is what I was smelling? Un RATTO puzzolente di paparazzo!! He’s probably hiding the Cheez for himself”

Mable: “Hey, puzzolente ratto di paparazzo! How do I open this thing and get to the Cheez?”

Sasha: “Who cares about stinky old Cheez when you can be on the cutting edge?”

A colorful sunset defied the wind.

Friday The Same As Thursday, The Same As…

Timothy Price56 Comments

Resa’s Tree in the background. Dale’s Peach Tree blooming in the middle. Charlotte’s Plum Tree blooming on the right.

Friday mornings are the same as any morning with coffee brewing, my morning concoction dissolving in a glass of water on the counter, waiting for the vinegar. And, of course, the cats were wanting me to top off their jug.

Loki: “I can’t look! Silver has his tongue stuck again!

Silver: “I do not have my tongue stuck!”

Silver: “Are you praying mean prayers about me, Loki?” Loki: “No! Only you pray mean prayers. I just can’t stand watching you get your tongue stuck. That’s all.”

Silver: “Don’t look at me like that, Glenda! You and Loki are always conspiring against me.”

“Uh! Paparazzo! Are you going to top off the jug or just stand looking like a stupid, long-haired redneck?”

Gwendolyn: “Pssst! Loki? I think Glenda has been brown-nosing il Poparazzo!. Glenda: “I can hear you, Gwendolyn!”