With travels to writer conventions, shackled to my writer’s chair (damn muse), and overly hot weather, I have neglected one of my favorite places – my garden. In fact, the petunias have been threatening an all out rebellion.
Their demands? A mega serving of triple 20. No silver serving platter, thank you. Just a treat and their favorite – conversation. Yes, I have a firm belief that all things respond to the energy of their companions and caretakers. So as I’m trimming off the old, I say, “Thank you for being so lovely.”
This year I knew that my free time would be severely limited. Some chores had to be eliminated, including deadheading. My lawn is the last one on my street to be mowed, and horrors of all horrors, the water hoses don’t always get put away. However, such is Life of a Writer. Today I hustled my butt to take some photos as the summer is quickly winding down and my lovelies are looking a bit tired.Still, you might find some photos wonderful. Let me know what is your favorite. Thanks
Romance Under Fire 
Your garden is stunning. It must give you hours of pleasure and I love your cat. What is its name?
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My cat’s name is Smokey, a name provided to her by the vet tech’s. She was taken to the vet by her previous owners to be euthanized as they didn’t want her anymore. The vet knew her and her history; healthy young cat. The vet asked that ownership be turned over to the vet hospital; the owners agreed. When I came with my sheltie for her check up I fell in love with this little fur ball and eventually took her home. I was hesitant as I have cat allergies. However, “Mo” and I are very happy together and my allergies are nearly non existent with her from some strange reason. When I first brought her outdoors she insisted on going back into the house within seconds. However, I have eased her into longer outdoor time, and now she asks to go outside – always on leash. She’s not a cuddler, I suspect due to rough treatment from her previous owners. And she swears so loudly, it would make a sailor blush, LOL. She’s the one that tells me I’ve been working at the keyboard too long. She jumps up on my lap, then walks all over the keyboard back and forth, fluffy tail up in my face. She rules.
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