Kitties, Cookies, Moths
We are having a moth infestation. I don't know how they get into every room in the house, but they do.
Spunk hunting moths. He and Najar find catching moths to be great sport and rather tasty.
Laurie made a double batch of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies (photo by Laurie)
Guildenstern hanging out on the couch
The moth Spunk was watching as it made a lap between the light and the ceiling.
Black & Spunk
Rosencrantz with sheep
Najar being cute (photo by Tristan)
Spunk and Rosencrantz
Guildenstern
Rosencrantz & Guildenstern
Black & Bee
This is the first year a black iris has bloomed for us. In years past the frost got them before they bloomed. Even though the black iris is mostly purple, this one has a lot of black considering most black flowers end up either dark red or all purple in the intense sunshine we get in New Mexico. This is turning out to be our best year for iris as all the different colors of iris are blooming.
Root Canal
"You will feel grinding and shaking" the endodontist told me as his drill's high pitched screeching undulated under the varying pressure he applied to it. All I thought about was the smoke rising into my field of view as it wafted toward the ceiling. I imagined my tooth bursting into flames and the dental assistant dousing it with the little hose she held in one hand. But then what if she hit the flaming tooth with a burst of air instead of water? I'd be breathing fire like a dragon. Whether or not my tooth burst into flames, I will never know, but the smoke rose steadily for most of the time he drilled on it. Then the drool spilling out of the numbed side of my mouth filled my left ear until it overflowed and ran down my jaw — from there it started dripping onto my collarbone in the space between my neck and my shirt's collar. Neither the dentist or his assistant were aware of the drool ponding in the space between my trapezius and collarbone, because they had a piece of latex in and around my mouth catching the debris that were flying from my tooth. Before the hour of drilling, picking and scraping at my tooth was over, breads of drool rolled down my chest where they were caught and soaked up by my shirt. "Bite down, grind your teeth back and forth and feel it with your tongue." he commanded. "How does it feel?" he asked. "Hot!"
Marmalade Skies
Austrian Copper
Iris in the Rain
We are starting to get a nice variety of iris.
After hovering between 2:35 and 2:40 for the past several weeks, I set a new record yesterday for climbing 16 floors.
Flycatcher
"Is that a fly over there?"
"Gotcha!"
"Yum! Tasty fly!"
"Oh! Oh! Another!"
Wait a minute. You are a different flycatcher!
Jetties Under A Rainbow
We move from a bullfrog calling "May the Fourth be with you" to jetties under a rainbow for Cinco de Mayo.
Bullfrog Calling
As I walked up to the edge of the bank of the clearwater ditch, a frog pulled his head under the water and burrowed into the mud under the slow moving water close to the bank. I stood motionless on the same spot for several minutes before a bullfrog popped up in more turbulent water, and watched me while holding onto to the bottom so he wouldn't be swept away by the strong current.
The Black Guard
While Tristan was working on her paper for Radical Construction Grammar, Rosencrantz, Najar and Lola, AKA The Black Guard, took up positions around Tristan to assure no one but them distracted her.
Plugging Gopher Holes in the Moonlight
Plugging [gopher] holes in the moonlight
It’s a supernatural delight
Chupacabra’s a bit uptight
La Llorona's out of sight
Plugging [gopher] holes in the moonlight
The skunk’s shakin’ for the flashlight
Coyotes howling with all their might
Bubbling water gives a fight
Plugging [gopher] holes in the moonlight
So much fun in the dark of night
The stars winking at the sight of me
Plugging [gopher] holes in the moonlight
I put down the main gate on the irrigation ditch at 7:00 pm, opened our gate at 8:00 pm and was out in the moonlight cleaning leaves out of the ditches and plugging gopher holes that were bubbling water up where I didn't want it at 9:00, 10:00 and 11:00 pm. I woke up a 2:45 am, went out and opened up a culvert to allow more water to flow to the roses and orchard, because the field with echinacea, brown eyed Susans, lilies and various grasses and wildflowers was watered. The skunk was out rooting around for grubs, so we had a nice talk while I walked around the edge of the field to see if everything had been water ed (he wouldn't hold still, so my photo of him was too blurry). At 4:30 am I went back out to check on the rose gardens and orchard, which are at the end of the watering. They were finally watered, so I went out and shut down our gate, lifted the main gate and grabbed a photo of the big dipper on my way back inside.
