Backyard Farmgals

I found Larry, my favorite cat, curled tightly in a little patch of sunshine this afternoon.  He looked so warm.  I want to be this warm... and sleepy... and undisturbed.  Complete and total relaxation; how would that feel?  I can only imagine. I had a wicked thought while watching Larry sleep.  It goes like this: "Soft kitty, warm kitty," "Little ball of fur." "Happy kitty, sleepy kitty," "Purr, purr, purr." Now that I've got Sheldon out of my head, we can continue.  Of course he woke up, his darn human kept snapping pictures of him...  This lead to a series of rolling around half awake cat yoga stretches.  I think in my next life I will ask to be a cat.  Where else can you sleep in the sun all day, do yoga for 30 minutes when you wake up, get a massage from your human, and slowly sachet off to the next nap and repeat the whole process?

Spring, how I have missed you!  I have missed being barefoot in the grass and the feel of dirt between my toes.  I love you because you make me realize that light is so much more penetrating than darkness.  I feel relief lift me to my feet and point me in the direction of sunshine, green bits edging their way up through brown crusty dirt, and warmth wrapped around bare skin. Isn't it exhilarating that spring is finally here?  I find myself unable to stand a single minute indoors.  I have to be outside.  I crave it, like chocolate... one moment, like one bite, is never enough. With the coming of spring, my seedlings were ready to be transplanted to bigger 4-inch containers.  The first day of spring was spent with a fork, gently persuading tiny roots and soil into larger real estate.  It was easier than I thought.  I was terrified of losing a few of my precious tomato starts to transplant shock. Lucky for me only two wilted slightly, bu...