It’s a little spooky photographing a sunflower, because bees are fans too. I managed this portrait and a couple of others. The bees hummed, but I was not stung.
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Paladin keeps a lot of his toys in a cat bed. Evidently he intuited the bed’s actual purpose, removed his toys, and climbed in for a nap. I think he likes his bed as much as his toys, at least by the end of the day. On the other hand, Paladin, a tabby with thrifty Scot genes, may simply want the bed to be dual purpose, for toys and for naps.
Vetch is a legume that provides fodder for deer and farm animals. Its purple flowers cover part of our meadow where deer frequently feed.
I heard of the Scottish wildcat and saw a photo of one that looked a lot like Paladin, at least in a reasonably familiar way. Unfortunately, he is not the perfect type. Any white in the fur of a Scottish wildcat is considered a defect. Paladin of course has white paws and tummy, so his resemblance or blood alliance is defective. Who cares? The cylindrical tail with black pointed tip is identical to the wildcat. Paladin has a gravelly voice more like a growling wildcat than like a house cat. His voice notwithstanding, Paladin is a sweet house cat, though he and Effie can get into brief, yowly, claws-out tiffs, but they never hurt each other.
Click the link below to see photos of Scottish wildcats.
Is Paladin a Scottish wildcat? Nah. He’s an American kitty. But he looks like he’s somewhere in the line.
Our usual acronym is WRBF, which stands for “We’d rather be fishing.” That was our plan for Memorial Day today, and that is what we did. We went fishing. It happened, as it sometimes does, that we enjoyed three hours of fishing on the Snake River without catching a single fish. That happens sometimes, just as it happens sometimes that we catch the legal limit of trout (5 per person) in less than an hour at our favorite pond.
We took our beautiful wooden boat Pisca Dory that my husband Vic built from scratch to Nisqually John launch with some hope of catching bass. Contrary to our anticipation, there was no line for the boat ramp–no wait at all. The river was quiet. The scenery at Nisqually John is superb, surrounded by basalt hills. And, just to keep us interested, bass were jumping and generally active; they simply preferred not to come home with us. And that was okay.
My husband Vic at the helm, steering with a tiller that is part of the motor.
The motor’s foam is a visual narrative of Pisca’s speed, about 12 mph.
Basalt hills on all sides provide a wonderful narrative of nature.
Halvor: I promise I will not drive the tractor until I get my license.
Grapes: We will ripen in summer and we will be delightful. You will have many pounds of us from many vines.
My cats Effie and Paladin are out with me in 96° Effieland, but defer from blog appearances today in favor of napping in the shade.
Lupines come in so many wonderful variegated and solid colors. . .
One of my favorite solids is Cream.
More poppies have bloomed since yesterday.
Grapevines are expansive throughout Effieland.