It's a beautiful morning to be outside but I'm waiting another hour or so to let more dew evaporate. It's going to be a big harvesting day in my efforts to get as much done as I can before the tomatoes rule my days, dreams, and nightmares. I know it's coming. Every evening when we go out to see how the day's been for the garden J looks at the wealth of steadily growing and ripening tomatoes and turns his head so I won't see his silent laugh.
In this interim morning off to loaf and laugh in my studio I also searched out a few images of Celeste in the field. Love the one above. It's very hard for a calico cat to be truly stealth in this kind of landscape but she let her wild & determined personality carry her along in its place.
This is kind of a weird choice but it's also perfect because J's campchair is in nearly the same spot as her memorial statue. Also because she's showing her affection while gnawing on the hem of his shorts. She loved doing this but only with J.
23 years is a long time for a cat.
she loved her place in our family and was determined to keep it.
and she has.
I was conscious of my own determination to hold fast to our bond. Cutting it was difficult. But as she left more fully in that moment I felt her telling me a summer would come when I'd find her everywhere.
and I have ...