Lavender and Old Lace

"come into the garden. . . the cloistered spot where golden lilies tinkled, thrushes sang, and every leaf breathed peace." 'Lavender and Old Lace' ~Myrtle Reed~

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Location: Oregon, United States

"I've always thought my flowers had souls. . . they seem like real people to me. I've seen the roses rubbing their cheeks together as if they loved eachother, and the forget-me-nots are little blue-eyed children, half afraid of rest." 'Lavender and Old Lace' ~Myrtle Reed~

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Our Friend Paul

Paul is a stray kitty whom the neighbors have given a home until sometime in the future when they find someone who will take care of it, or they send it to the pound. Somehow Paul found his way over to our home while the neighbors were away and seemed to take a liking to Papa Blogger. Daddy was sitting in the dinningroom petting the pretty gray fur of Paul. Paul especially likes his neck to be rubbed, he tilts his head back in the oddest manner and keeps it just like that while we rub his neck, it is rather entertaining to watch.