The eyes tell the story

I am in a petless phase in my life.   I know it sounds sad.... but I am also in a no allergy phase in my life as well.   I have fond memories of four-legged friends  from the past   Mickey and Snowball, 

Rowdy,  Josephine, Tigger,  Prince, Dusty,   Jack Flash and OT  

Now that I don't have an animal companion of my own, I enjoy the cats and dogs  I meet when I am out and about. 

We manage to communicate.  It's all in the eyes.

I think he's saying don't come any closer.  In fact I would bet on it.

Just look at me.  I'm irresistable.  So can I have a treat?



I'm keeping my eyes on you.  This look was intended for the pit bull coming down the street





I know, I know you can't take your eyes off my one blue one







   

a childhood activity

If we keep digging where will we end up?  That is the ageless question of children peering into a hole in the ground and who are drawn to keep digging until they find the wonderful mystery that may be waiting in there.  If you keep digging will you end up in China??

On the other hand, when you find an already dug hole so deep-  what is there to do but fill it up again.     

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   Bianca took up the job under the watchful interest of little Ruby and the somewhat skeptical appearing observer on a excavator.  The boy never did relinquish his perch there even with the nudging,  cajoling pressure from another parent who wanted him to share.  "  I'm not moving" he said.    Real stick to it-ness which makes me think he may have had the tenacity to be the  hole digger. 

I love watching the play of children.   Left to their own devices in the great outdoors, children are the same as ever and some things like the joys of hole digging and refilling never changes.   Somehow that is reassuring.  Thank heavens for little girls (and boys) who allow us to re-live all the fun. 

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And about digging to China...   The origins of that saying is linked to Thoreau who is said to have come up with the phrase when he saw his neighbors digging a hole in their yard.   But from North America you would actually end up in the Indian Ocean

Here is a link to show you:  this shows where you end up

 

A tale of June

Once upon a time in Seattle there was a sunny day in June

 So the grateful flowers, fruits and vegies came alive in all their glory and conferred color and tastiness upon the land

Which led to smiles and playful  happiness outside with friends both

old and new...    

Sam

Bianca and Aria at the Library

 And then the Princess turned 4 and a grand time was had by all.

Mom's tree

It is almost mother's day and I've  been musing on mom.   I grew up in a little house.   I never realized just how little until my brother Floyd and I made our pilgrimage there while visiting Yakima a while back.  It is now a place of business with some minimal changes to the outside but the inside bland with desks and files.   We asked if we could walk through to take a look.    We tried to not have our jaws drop when the rooms just didn't match what was in our memories.   The outside walls hadn't changed but the rooms seemed unbelievably small.    Can rooms shrink??  It seemed so.  To our childhood eyes our kitchen was spacious.   The living room seemed grand, filled with furniture but still roomy.  The three bedrooms big enough for us to play even  big games (like basketball) in.    But it took just a minute to sweep our eyes across the tiny rooms.  What a strange feeling.  On the other hand the thing that was small is now large.   Opposite world!  Every summer my mother would be at the side of the house hacking away at a bush.  Being a carefree child of the '50's whose only job outside was to run free during the summer I never had to do that job.  I didn't realize how she was really taming nature.  I have a clear memory of her  turning  to me one day while working on that bush and saying if I didn't cut this down "it would just become a tree".   And indeed it did.   

A spot of color

The lowly dandelion  pulled, poisoned , pulverized by the mower or at the very least completely overlooked  always gets a second look by the little ones.  After all it is so bright and cheery.   And added to my all white lilac bouquet, was a lovely spot of color especially as it was added with love.

A new doll



Just look at you sitting there so cute





wow, shoes, socks and pantaloons too

 







I really like you

 





 





March weather



March 16th at Alki

March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb.  This afternoon of mid march looked like a tie between the two.  Half the sky a bright and promising blue alongside the other half threatening and dark with all the portents of more lion like weather.   And the winner is?  It snowed this morning.  Two more weeks of March and waiting for the lamb.