I ate my breakfast at the dining table, staring out at my ruined frozen plants, that were so beautiful until this past week. They are now drooping and sad.
My little butterfly tree didn’t even have a chance for its leaves to turn colors. The freeze turned them into a pitiful mush.
I recall last April 15th, when I woke up and drove to the nursery to pick out my spring annuals and herbs. I always look forward to this day.
April 15th is the day I designate for this ritual because I figure that it probably won’t freeze again.
I got a cart and wound my way from front to back. The perennials and vines are at the back. I picked up a passion vine, one of my favorites.
Then I went into another area to look at the herbs. I am in heaven in a room full of herbs. I always get pineapple sage and lemon verbena, my favorites.
I always choose lots of petunias, because they remain beautiful from spring through fall.
I always get daisies of various varieties and colors. They are so perky and fun. They’ve been my favorite flower since childhood.
Now I look out at my beloved patio and only the evergreen tree hanging over the fence seems unfazed by the cold weather. I will be staring at its greenery until spring.
Hard to believe that I had lush herbs and mounds of lemon balm and mint just a week ago. Hard to believe that the fence bordering the alley was hidden by morning glory vines that grew thick and full of purple flowers.
For many months I sat on my couch and stared out at the beauty of the space that I so look forward to filling with life come springtime.
My first emerging plants from the soil in April and May bring me joy. I watch the little nibs of hostas come up, the mints and lemon balm, the ornamental grass. The sedum begins to show up, all having been dormant through winter.
Oh, how I love thee, nature and flowers.
Now I’ll have to be satisfied with my faux plants until April rolls around. I shall dust them and pretend they look real.
I found this quote earlier and found it humorous:
My fake plants died because I did not pretend to water them. – Mitch Hedberg
Ivy’s morning thus far:
She played with her mice filled with catnip. Ivy scooted them from room to room for a time.
She batted at her hanging toy. I had the stick attached to the toy fixed in place on my desk so it would dangle down for her and not fall.
But that evidently wasn’t enough for her. She wanted the whole thing.
Look how long this cat is when she stretches out her body.
Yes, she pulled it down.
Then, having done so, she quickly became bored with it and jumped on the coffee table.
First she likes to knock the faux plants down. Then she heads for the pens in the mug sent to me from my ad network.
She chews on the ends of the pens for awhile, then off she goes to find something else to get into.
Then she’s back to the red tub under the desk that holds her various toys. She drags them out, and several times a day I put them back so she can start all over again. Just like you do with a toddler.
I can hear her. I don’t know where she is, but I can hear her doing something.
Charlie and I are on the couch. I’m not even getting up until I hear something crash to the floor.
Are all cats like this? I’ve had cats of course, but none this active. None anywhere near this active.
Well, now I hear her crunching her dry food in the bedroom. So I can relax for a bit while she eats.
If I had to discern the expression on Charlie’s face, I think he would be saying: “Do you see what I have to put up with? A cat jumping over me as I walk. A cat that tries to eat my precious boiled egg while I scramble to beat her with only two teeth and a very long tongue.”
Poor Charlie. He is about as patient as you could expect. She tires him out with her endless energy and movements. If she bothers him much, he eventually snaps at her.
We sit and watch her as though we’re at the theater watching a fast paced action film. Sometimes Ivy is akin to a living tornado leveling everything in its path.
I found some amusing cat sayings for you:
“Cats can work out mathematically the exact place to sit that will cause most inconvenience.” – Pam Brown
“In ancient times cats were worshiped as gods; they have not forgotten this.” – Terry Pratchett
“The problem with cats is that they get the same exact look whether they see a moth or an ax-murderer.” – Paula Poundstone
“There is, incidentally, no way of talking about cats that enables one to come off as a sane person. – Dan Greenberg
“A cat determined not to be found can fold itself up like a pocket handkerchief if it wants to.” – Louis J. Camuti
From The 52 Funniest Cat Quotes