Sun briefly transluminating the garden.
Catnip survived the early onslaught, and may well establish if left alone long enough.
Switched days off, take care of car registration tomorrow, and strip paint, maybe wallpaper some more.
Monday, June 15, 2015
Transluminate
Strong, brief storms blew through this evening. Eleanor does not care, jumps to the window to watch. Not at all like Moby in this. We sat on the porch a while, and she mewed until I brought her out. To her evident enjoyment, despite the large but spare raindrops.
Sun briefly transluminating the garden.
Catnip survived the early onslaught, and may well establish if left alone long enough.
Switched days off, take care of car registration tomorrow, and strip paint, maybe wallpaper some more.
Sun briefly transluminating the garden.
Catnip survived the early onslaught, and may well establish if left alone long enough.
Switched days off, take care of car registration tomorrow, and strip paint, maybe wallpaper some more.
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The first photo reminded me of when I was a little kid and would run hide from my father's drunken rages in the tall grasses at the back of the property.
Safe haven. Heaven. Felt as if I'd entered a magical land where only I could stay. Was completely lost when the farmer cut his hay, but it was grand while it lasted.
Eleanor looks so happy.
Behind the couch, when I was very small. I had no real respite, no safety, so much of the time. Maybe that is why, while my father's abuse was in many ways not so bad, the inescapable aspect made it so much worse.
So glad you had a place to find haven, so sad you needed it so badly.
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