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Home with her Mum and Dad and settling in to New family life. Hello from Layla to all our Flickr Friends.
Tentancle Ram Horns from LOVE HOMES AND GARDEN, Mei Xing (dresss and sleeves) from Luas, are both on the Weekend Wanderlust Sale. The pics did NOT do them justice and there are demos for both!
www.seraphimsl.com/2020/01/11/wanderlust-weekend-get-all-...
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a small bird, a sweet anam cara, has arrived from across oceans, bringing a song of clarity... words of light... and a warm embrace from my dear friend, the alchemist mel-pin...
each day since the arrival of this soul bird, i climb the stairs to the third floor sanctuary in my home... to ask the secret questions,* to listen for the one precious word that i have forgotten*...
slowly, my heart begins to resonate with this sweet bearer of clarity...
may all travelers find joy!!
love and best wishes,
jeanne
*the soul bird brings these words from melina, words that rest in my heart...
scanned, assembled and altered image, march 5, 2007
(including a flying letter from the alchemist melina, a cloth that hangs in my third floor sanctuary, and a golden tray for serving tea)
I don't get much sun where I live due to the direction my porch is facing and the fact that I'm surrounded by oak trees. It's nice in the evening when the sun is going down. I don't get much time to enjoy it but when I do, it's lovely. The cats love it out there too so sometimes I'll sit out there and take pictures of them, taking advantage of the natural light. Flowers compliments of my mom.
.....my heart shaped pizzas, that is! What can I say, I was inspired. I have loved that Valentine's Day landed on a Monday this year....that only meant that the entire weekend would be spent celebrating...right up to Monday. These delicious delights were dinner last night...organic ingredients, homemade sauce, and pure happiness in my kitchen watching my little pizzas come out of the oven. When we all went to bed, the aroma of freshly baked dough still floated in the upstairs bedrooms....so lovely.
I hope your Valentine's Day was full of love and very special too.
♥
Godinton is a comfortable, much-loved home; each room has a different feel, a contrast on a theme, not designed by architect or curator but for the taste and enjoyment of those who lived here over the centuries and now for visitors.
Tours of the house are led by expert guides unravelling the 600 years of history and revealing an excellent country house collection of furniture, art, porcelain and curios.
Enjoy delicious homemade cakes and refreshments in the old Billiard Room.
The famous yew hedge surrounds the formal gardens with the wild, Italian and walled gardens beyond, full of colour and interest through the seasons.
Events, courses and workshops are run throughout the year to be enjoyed by all. Godinton is an excellent teaching resource tailored to suit individual needs.
A working estate with lovely walks, close to the picturesque village of Great Chart.
www.historichouses.org/houses/house-listing/godinton-hous...
As detached as my parents are, they love in different ways... like standing at the door until they see my car roll down the street.
We're not a physically or verbally affectionate family, but all that animated Hollywood "love you" crap doesn't ring true to me anyway. But I mostly like this approach better because, well... it's mine.
September 5, 2010
this morning i spent two hours volunteering at mid-hudson animal aid, a no-kill cat sanctuary up in beacon (where we got floyd earlier this year). beacon is overrun with feral cats, many of whom end up at MHAA. to help increase the cats' chances of finding homes, the folks at MHAA created a "feral friends" program, designed for volunteers like me who can't be at the shelter every day. you get assigned to one cat who needs socialization, affection, patience, and love. and whenever you make it in, you focus your attention on that particular cat.
i got assigned to buster.
when audrey, the shelter manager, brought me to the screened-in back porch, she pointed me towards buster, the orange tabby hiding behind a cage, curled up next to a window. he was immediately on his guard, and the cat next to him bolted away as soon as we moved towards them. i slowly kicked off my flip-flops and sat down on the concrete floor, wanting to lower myself and get closer to his height. i talked the whole time so he could get used to my voice, but he was having none of it. not even the smell of kitty treats could ease his fear; as soon as i reached out with one, he bolted off into the main room.
so i went and spent time with some other cats, who had NO problem coming up to me and getting treats for themselves. there was the tabby with the half-missing ear and the extra toes; the green-eyed grey one who could float in mid-air; and precious, who spent half her time splayed out on the back of my neck.
but i didn't want to give up on buster. audrey suggested i look under the bed in the main room, to see if he was hiding under there. i lay down flat on my belly and peered underneath; sure enough, there he was, biding his time. i hung out there for a good long while, talking to him, tossing him a treat or two, as other, bolder cats climbed all over my back. it was during that interlude that i placed my camera on the floor and took this photograph; that's buster there, on the left.
i decided to leave him be for awhile, and went out front to hang out while an elderly couple adopted an elderly calico. precious added a few more welts to my shoulders while audrey and i talked photography (we're collaborating on a project). before taking off, i decided to find buster one more time to say goodbye. i found him back on the porch, hiding behind his cage... but this time he didn't run away. i approached him very, very slowly, talking to him all the while. i did the same thing as before -- kicked off my shoes, sat on the concrete, and held out a treat. and he just looked at me. and looked at me. and looked at me.
and then he stood up. he looked over towards his escape route, then back at my hand, escape route, hand, escape route, hand.
by the time i left ten minutes later, he'd come out from behind his hidey hole and let me scratch his back. hell, he even let me coo into his face as he lay down on his back and showed me his belly.
i told him i'd be back.
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here's a nicer view, not disturbed by all of them notes
thank you my friends :+))
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in my studio, amsterdam