Didn’t we have a time? We cherished kittens. Now, we are remembering seniors. And the cats reminded us of the meaning of May.
We use so many words, we can’t always hear the music. Meanwhile, Earth speaks in cats and flowers. Sometimes, if we are fortunate, even at the same time.
February, you frisky little thing, you are the kitten of the year. Small and scampish, you leap before you look and fall smitten on unsuspecting shoulders. You fit inside a teacup, but you are as bold as an “I love you” spoken out loud. You shine into our eyes with the question that counts: be […]
You may be vaccinated. You may be agitated. But spring, and hope, and cats are marching on, and I hope you’ll come along.
Let it never be said that May is monotone. Stuff went down this past month, kittens. Billy Ray Cyrus returned to the radio, achy-breaking all of our ears if not our spirits. The President of the United States of America presented a very large trophy to a very large man at the Grand Sumo tournament. […]
We came. We marched fourth. We marched thirty-first, even. And now, we shall April.