A friend once pointed out to me that all pansies have faces...I should have noticed but I hadn't...I have ever since and I think of my friend and smile.

Actually...this is a particularly grumpy pansy...


I seem to choose quite earnest ones!

So...I'm  back and looking through my notes and trying to figure out if I used this or that or what...but..I've just met his highness...I'm playing bridge...I'm substituting at bridge...and this delightful creature is my hostess's seventeen year old poodle who lies on her lap and snores as we play...I might add that he is a seventeen year old poodle with a $3000 knee replacement - now that's love!

So...a story I found...hopefully not a repeat:
The Little Girl
I was out at a mixed supper...kids and parents.
Suddenly there was one of those howls that is so familiar at such parties. A five-year-old girl had knocked down a little boy. I watched as her mother thundered over and said," Did you say you were sorry?"
The little girl looked up at her, shrugged and said, "He got up didn't he?"
I assume that if he hadn't gotten up, she would have apologized.

Ok ...so I spent my seventy-fourth birthday not figuring out what happened to the 73 years, 364 days before...no...I know what happened to them...I lived them for the most part rather well! Or relatively well.
No I spent my seventy-fourth birthday coming to terms with the fact that for at least the latter part of my life, I hadn't  been standing on my toes when I thought I had...been standing on my toes!
Let me clarify. I knew that couldn't stand on my toes in my running shoes. That was obvious. Running shoes are not malleable. They especially don't bend when they are size elevens.
But I was taking yoga.
Yoga is done in bare feet on a special mat.
I can stand on my toes in bare feet on a special mat...or so I thought.
In my 73 years, 364th day I was in my yoga class.
At the end of the of the class the instructor asked us to stand on our toes.
I stood on my toes.
The yoga instructor looked at me and whispered, "Can you stand on your toes?"
I said, "I am standing on my toes."
She shook her head and said, "Not quite."
I went home and stood on my toes.
She was right.
My heels were  off the floor but my toes weren't up...it was sort of like a bridge.
I have two weeks to practice standing on my toes...
The task is futile.
I have congenitally flat feet.

Could someone please tell me why the cat who is supposed to be eating Vet food shuns it and the cat who used to shun Vet food now can't get enough of it...

...and oh...the shunner will polish off a plate full if he thinks he stealing the shnnee's plate...

Meanwhile the Fancy Feast sits abandoned in the bowl...

My camera is out...the butterflies are back at the botanical gardens...
Yes...I know...that's a moth...
Daylight saving has kicked in and we saw sunlight for the first time in 17 days!

 

 

 

 

 

My camera has been in the drawer for so long but this week it came out and I had forgotten how much I love to play...

I went to see the butterflies!
I got distracted by the leaves...
But...I did finally find my butterflies!

Today  my goal was to do nothing...absolutely nothing...
I achieved it almost...I played computer solitaire..a lot!
So I did less than nothing.
The weather cooperated...
And I yearn for this view...I like leaves on the trees...

                                                                  

I think Toller Cranston knew about Yoga. I was sitting trying to pretend that I was sitting thus when our teacher said: Now...thread your right arm through your left arm; rest on your right shoulder and place your left arm on the small of your back.
I lie. I actually was on all fours but I might as well have been sitting thus. People around me dutifully folded up. Another woman and I shrugged.
Perhaps next time.