Today, with the temperature a balmy 60 and the wind gently blowing, I rolled in the earth, I nibbled at the emerging catnip. My spirit soared at what I saw.
The daffodils and tulips are punching through the soil. A lone golden crocus blooms over Rascal's grave. Two white primroses have unfolded. The birds are a united twitter.
Though nature's pallet remains mostly hues of brown, green and a faded sky blue, earth slowly is squeezing out her remaining colors. No matter, I am all the colors of the rainbow today. The colors of life flow in my veins. For now, that will suffice.
3 comments:
Stuey and Simba and Kia want to be like Noll --- just like a rainbow!
I loved the story. The writing
is remarkable and takes one right
into the story! Have you ever
written a book?
Your very own emerging catnip garden ... mew are one lucky kitty, Noll!
Meows,
Cassie (and Elyse)
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