Spirit Cloth

Once upon a Stray Cat

A story unfolded. I made myself a map.  

Maybe you remember Is.  Is showed up after Was  departed. 

This is an old picture, no new ones.

They looked so much alike. Spooky.  He, I assumed, was circling looking for a home,  and I tried to  attract his love.   But no.   Wild at heart,  he became as big as a bear.  Got through the awful winter. 

But I have now spotted her. HER! With Soul-o's sister.  THEY made it.   And so, now knowing that Is was  the daughter of Was and is Soul-o's Mother. And that makes him Was's grandson.  Whew.  Black and White yet tangled up in grey.   The father of all of this seems to be Jingles. A BIG black and white cat, with a home and a big bell around his neck.  We see him now and then but not lately.  He is as long as a train.

ISabelle then. (My grandmother's name)

I wonder how this season will go.

Jingles + Was = Is.  now IS...abelle.

Isabelle + Jingles(her father) = Soulo + his sister (and let's call her Who?).

Look at those eyes.

she is becoming green

She is missing parts but mother nature has helped her keep going.  Mended in green.  If you are a regular reader here, you know HER by now.


So much rain.  The garden transformed in my absence.



Sage has gone wild. A whole hill full.


The grapes need a fence.  Today's activity.



Gladiolas are new this year,  from Mom's garden. 

The sudden heat and moisture  caused the butter-crunch lettuce to bolt  too fast.   But there she Was.

I drew the face in so you could see how it seemed to me.

Almost Summer.  My days in the garden here are so few and precious now.  I am going to stay outside all day.

Gardening  is like stitching.

For Acey and a thank you for that seedhead....

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