This Little Fly eats leaves …
This Bigger Fly eats Pollen …
This Little Worm eats Green (Tomatoes).
And this Silly Beast  …
which leaves a Trail Of Food
for him to Munch On Later.
(Munch, Munch, Munch)
This Little Fly eats leaves …
This Bigger Fly eats Pollen …
This Little Worm eats Green (Tomatoes).
And this Silly Beast  …
which leaves a Trail Of Food
for him to Munch On Later.
(Munch, Munch, Munch)
In the part of the world where I live, the seasons don’t always start and end according to the calendar. Summer starts before Memorial Day and lasts well past Labor Day. So how do we really know what season it is?
Here are some of the things that tell me Fall is arriving:
The cultivated Asters bloom. They’re the end of my perennials.
That daily text I get from the radio station usually includes the word “rain”,
we’ll have the occasional “one-dog-night”,
and my Beasts take steps to insure their winter food supply.
(And start arranging their bedding just so.)
I get the urge to buy (and wear) soft, fuzzy things …
… and fuzzy things show up in my yard.
Scattered whispy and puffy clouds are replaced by massive flat-bottomed ones.
(Yes, I DO see a cat guarding its food dish in those clouds!)
We have the traditional changes in the foliage, but the light across the landscape also changes. (Maybe because of those flat-bottomed clouds?)Â Distant buildings glow.
Summer plants succumb to frost and the mums are available to the stray bees …
… surely Fall is arriving.
Time to pull out the trash can and cook some turkey!
(Bet you didn’t see that one coming!)
Pretty Cat, Pretty Cat, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?I’ve been in the cold yard — out in the snow.
Pretty Cat, Pretty Cat, what did you do?IÂ wanted to come in the house — with you!
Pretty Cat, Pretty Cat, where have you been?
I went exploring and got in the car.
Pretty Cat, Pretty Cat, did you go far?The car didn’t move … Oh! There you are!
Pretty Cats, Pretty Cats, where have you been?
We’ve been on the front porch looking at things.
Pretty Cats, Pretty Cats, what did you see?
We saw a black cat — what a beauty was he!
Pretty Cat, Pretty Cat, what did you dream?
I dreamed of adventure …
I dreamed of cooked meat …
(I dreamed that I sat
in the Driver’s Seat!)
Pretty Cat, Pretty Cat, Where will you be?
or hide in the grass.
I’ll sit in a flow’r pot
Waiting for you to pass
(and pet me!)
(under the flowers)
I’ll drink from the pond
left after the showers.
We’ll doze around backWhile your Beast keeps guard
I’ll lay on a tableKing of the Yard! (Roar)
Use a pot for my pillow
So … Pretty Cat, Pretty Cat,
How was your day?I walked on the roof-topAnd played the Squirrel’s gameThen checked out the new guy
(I don’t know his name.)I stared down a RascalGot me a nap,
I guess I will go nowIn search of a lap!
:~D (Hint, hint)
Have you ever noticed how prevalent noses are in this society?
They can be inquisitive.
At times, you might see a brand new nose …
… or one that is temporary …
… or a nose that is liable
to hang around
for a
looooooooong time.
Noses are looking up in the world!
Noses are going places.
And there are noses which can merely dream —
assuming they belong to…
A nose can fool you!
It might not be an actual nose at all! (Imagine that!)
And some actually exist because of  somebody’s imagination!
A nose can get into a hazardous predicament …… or …
But when you think about it,
most noses really are tame …
… something to be no-ticed …
One day, a Very Large Turtle crossed the road.
Who am I kidding?  This guy was MONSTROUS!
To approach or not to approach?
To approach. For sure.
A Very Large Turtle is going to have Very Large Limbs — with room for Hitch-Hiking Leeches.
It seemed interested in photography …
stared down the camera lens …
then expressed its disapproval. (In no uncertain terms!)
Left by the camera to continue its journey, the Very Large Turtle encountered a Very Large Dog …
who satisfied his curiosity after a couple of sniffs.
Meanwhile, in another part of the yard, a Very Large Frog was lurking beside an Oak Tree. Upon being discovered by the Photographer, the Frog tried to make its escape …
but landed on the tummy of a Very Furry Dog (who happened to be belly-up nearby).
The Frog made it’s way across the furry expanse … hopped off and continued on its journey.
The Very Furry Dog
never
suspected
a thing.
He’s a messy drinker, but generally a happy guy.
He runs …jumps …swims,and shakes like a REAL dog.He doesn’t mind a summer storm at all.Consider that happy demeanor …the penchant for cleanliness .The obvious adoration for his mistress! :~DNot much escapes Aslan’s watchful eye.Ever vigilant …hoping … hoping … hoping!Yup! That’s my pooch!
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