Emerson thinks about all the wonderful sights and sounds and smells he’d experience out in the garden. There’s just something about a cat looking out a window that I always find appealing.
This is one of the many photos I took at Judi’s house yesterday. A visit to Judi’s house is always good for photos, whether it’s her cats, her garden or her house itself! The last really pretty photo I took became Holly’s portrait, so who knows what will become of this?
She tells me Emerson is a wild man when he gets outside, and can’t always be trusted out there. I think I’d feel the same way among all those lovely flowers.
It’s my annual paean to gardening and the cycles of life. While it may not seem to have much to do with cats and animal welfare, my garden, my backyard, my love of the seasons and enjoyment of all the creatures who live in my yard, even the slugs and groundhogs, is all rolled into one big idea. And for as long as I’ve been gardening, there has always been at least one cat who shared my work, and their spirits are as much a part of my garden as the living things.
Every year in the month of March I awaken one morning with the knowledge it’s time to plant the peas, another step in the flow of the seasons. Though I have plants growing indoors, this is truly the beginning of the gardening season for me. Whether it’s the sun, moon, weather, schedule or simple urge to get out there and get my hands dirty I don’t know, but I enjoy the simple manual labor without assistance from any electronic device, ears open to the birds, face feeling the breeze, hands and feet feeling the earth.
This photo is obviously not from today, but one of my favorites from pease past.