It is bright and sunny today. I took Charlie and drove to the drive-in pharmacy a bit ago. Only to find I was 15 minutes early. I knew Charlie wouldn’t be satisfied sitting in the car, so I drove back home.
In a few hours my daughter is picking me up so we can take Andrew to the park. It’s supposed to be in the high seventies today.
One day it’s cold, the next it’s hot. It’s that odd time of year in between seasons.
A bulb company sent me a big box of double daffodil bulbs to plant. But I don’t have anywhere to plant them right now.
All the plants are still growing and some are still green and some are blooming. So I don’t want to dig around them yet, not that there’s any room in the pots anyway.
I’ll figure something out. Maybe some of my neighbors would want some to plant.
The new neighbor moved in Thursday. I’ll ask her if she’d like some spring bulbs.
Ivy has been with us three weeks now. Seems like it’s been longer somehow.
Boy, does she manage to get into things around here. You can’t leave a cabinet or door open or she’s in there getting into mischief.
I’m still almost in disbelief when she jumps straight into the air.
I mean, where are the physics there? Does she have invisible springs in her feet?
I could understand if she was running and then leaped into the air. But this befuddles me.
Here she is with that darned pumpkin stem. I’m glad I didn’t throw it away when it fell off, because she’s had hours and hours of fun with it.
At the moment she is lying on top of my magazines in the dough bowl in the sun. What animal doesn’t enjoy sunning themselves?
At night when I’m in bed reading or watching TV Ivy will come up next to me and then flop over on her back. This means she wants me to rub her tummy.
She’s still as long as I rub her tummy.
Isn’t it funny how quickly we learn their wants and needs? Animals speak to us, I suppose, just in a different language.
Another thing that puzzles me: How can her white fur look as white as newly fallen snow when she’s all over the floor? Playing on her back, her stomach, her side, yet somehow she always looks so clean.
Oh, how is it that these pets wrap themselves around our hearts so quickly?
They come to us and twine themselves around every aspect of our lives. And we wonder what we’d do without them.
Well, my daughter just called and they’re coming early, so I’d better wrap this up.
An animal’s eyes have the power to speak a great language. – Martin Buber