Quite a lot happened this week in history. The Feast Day of St. Francis. The Battle of Largs. The births of Gandhi and Vaclav Havel and Sting. The 14th anniversary of Tabby’s Place.
To be loved for who we are — this is what we long for, live for, were put on this earth to taste. Sometimes, though, we have to stomach counterfeit love before the real thing locks into place.
Did you eat local at every farm market? Did you “fweeeee!” around every Ferris wheel? Did you summer your summer to the summaximum?
Farmers have their markets. Carnies have their carousels. And we, we have our kittens by the quintillions.
June is arguably the best of months. It has the Strawberry Moon. It has the promise that you will always be a bride. It has Wonder Woman.*
For a short month, February makes a lot of noise. But then, February does hang out with Bear.
Everything old is new again. That isn’t, however, due to it being January. That’s due to the sunrise every morning, and the hope that years can’t hinder…and the cats that keep coming.