Yakima Valley, WA
Happy Ginger Cat Appreciation Day! To the gingers in our lives. Be they weird or be they lovey-dovey, be they hairy and fur-shedding. To all the snugglers, destroyers of the things, sleep-on-your-head kitties. [And all the other things our gingers do!] Celebrating the gingers!
Put the weirdest, funniest, cutest, or scariest thing your ginger has done in the comments below. We will celebrate with you. Or despair. Your choice!
This post has a compilation of the four different gingers I know and love. Three different households, but alas, I’ve never owned (or been owned by) a ginger.
The look. The nap. The ready-to-attack.
Especially the leave-me-alone.
Let’s not forget how helpful they can be!
Ahem. YOU again?
Happy Ginger Day!!
Gingers in order of starring role: Reeses, Peanut, Daisy, Marmalade, Reeses, Marmalade, Daisy, Marmalade
you crouch and mimic
wearing the perfect bright hue
artfully hidden
mimic by Angie Quantrell
Yakima Valley
garden globe beckons
buzzy visitors zoom close
insect flower world
flower world by Angie Quantrell
Yakima Valley
rehomed sage settled
thanks for bringing a plus one
handsome garden friend
plus one by Angie Quantrell
fuzzy fat pods hang
drooping from scrawny stems, then
a pop-py bursts forth
a pop-py
by Angie Quantrell
Yakima Valley
mournful calls echo
as watchful parents dash, dart
flycatchers nest here
flap, crack-winged warning
startles, drives out predator
hoping for a snack
poofed fledglings appear
flapping, dropping, flight attemps
offspring launch from home
flycatchers by Angie Quantrell
Every year for the past 7-8, we’ve had a pair of flycatchers nesting in the parking shed. It’s fascinating to watch them. And they eat flies (and all sorts of flying insects). Win-win for us.
Thinking of moms on this Mother’s Day. May the Lord bless you and show His care and love for you.
the more I dig deep
frustration builds, anger grows
why it’s called crab grass
crabby grass by Angie Quantrell
Yakima Valley
Soon, my flowering quince will look like this! The buds are there, hints of lovely color peeking out. The beauty of spring is refreshing. Gazing at blooms is such a peaceful activity. Maybe that’s why they say to stop and smell the roses. And, I’ll add, gaze in wonder as you inhale.
Love, Laughter, and Life 