Good Morning...

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~ Sunshine in the kitchen ~

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Sushi...

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June 1988 - January 3, 2004

In Loving Memory

of our incredible blue-eyed, boy kitty.

Our hearts continue to miss him every day, as did Taboo while she was still here with us.

As they did on meltingly hot, summer days on their porch, they now rest, side by side, under the honeysuckle bush, where much to their kitty-hearts' everlasting delight wild birds would come to splash and drink from a bath suspended beneath its branches. [The birds were safe, of course - the cats were never allowed out.]
Last but never least, be sure to stop by Friday's Ark and the beautiful A Byootaful Life, for some serious cat blogging.

Christmas Table...

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Visit
Whistlestop Cafe Cooking
to enter your
December Centerpiece of the Month!

Happy Birthday, SuzyQ...

Click Here for Music Information

Sunshine and showers...

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...both beloved by flowers
sent with love to
beautiful little Taboo,
from her Mom's friend.

Spring Has Sprung...

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The prettiest tree in the neighborhood!

The most reliable sign of spring, the azaleas are busting out all over!
[Even though we never really had winter here this year. Yeah, Inhofe the Denier.]

Taboo, as usual hating the camera.

Don't forget to check out

Friday's Ark

&

Weekend Cat Blogging hosted by

The Hidden Paw.

Mornin', Sunshines...

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Another
shade of joy.

Googley Eyes...

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These photos are untouched,
taken 6 seconds apart,
just resized for the internet!

I'm thinking she has a power,
fellow Friday Ark passengers!

All you get-away-for-the-Weekend Cats,
bring your best appetite and
stop awhile to visit the post-Oscar
bash at Champaign Taste, where
there's always a feast worth stopping for.

AND
Taboo wishes Ute & Erik
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y'ALL!

Let Joy Be Your Center...

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Swing by talkoftomatoes
when you get a chance
to see beauty and the blooms
at COTM for January.

Thanks, Janelle!

Feel Better...

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...NTodd.
I know this isn't quite the same as a link from
the great Atrios,
but it's meant to be cheery nonetheless,
as only flowers from a winter garden can be.

It's That Time of Year...

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The first photo is in honor of Sher's foster kids.
They'd feel right at home in that sour gum.

Late Bloomer...

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Last but not least, a crape myrtle
most of the day in the shade.

Bread & Roses...

Papaya ~ Raspberries

&
Gardenias

Refresh...

Carolina Jessamine

32
And Master Kung* said that a man ought

to spend most of his time studying poetry and music and divine manner

and being very quiet inside himself. And Laotze advised him

"Do it in yourself, Kung, and don't try and teach other men.

If you try to be of some use in the world

you burden the people with your own insufficiency."

And Jesus pointed out that the usefulness of Solomon's public office

was inferior to the uselessness of flowers.

-- From Stay With God by Francis Brabazon

[*Master Kung: Confucius, 6^th century B.C.]

Flowers for Carlos...

"I have wisdom. I feel love. I live in the present and I try to present a dimension that brings harmony and healing. My concept is the opposite of George W. Bush. There is more value in placing a flower in a rifle barrel than making war. As Jimi Hendrix used to say, musical notes have more importance than bullets."
- Carlos Santana, Peru, March 20, 2006

Mourning's Headline

Bush Remains Upbeat On Outcome In Iraq

On third anniversary of war, White House hails progress, but Iraq's prime minister warns that his country is edging toward "the point of no return."

It's a Great Sunday Morning When...

ReddHedd is on C-Span.

Here's my dirty little secret [are you listening MSM?]: I turned to blogs because the corporate media didn't cover-up as much as they just willfully ignored and collusively buried the most important news of my every day -- America's corrupt politics brought to me by their pretty boy and girl handmaidens and cheerleaders of journalism.

[BTW, could anybody stomach Big Dick on Scheiffer this morning -- talk about morning sickness!]

The little-guy Americans were chronically berated for their slack-jawed meditation on the media parade that was passing them by. I guess they didn't like the flow of information being a one-way pipe, got tired of yelling at a heartless [except for Animal Planet and Mr. Rogers] plastic & glass box of talking heads who cared less and less, or strolling the pick-pocketing "streets" in malls where security could always throw out their sorry little free-speech selves, and decided to participate in the e-world of ideas -- the AGORA, not so much a place as a revolutionary ideal of give and take.

At least that's my take on it.

Where no high wall of corporate phone menus loom and I'm gratefully allowed to leave a recorded message for a station manager or show's producer to blow off -- when I can post a comment almost as fast as I might need to rethink a not-so-veiled threat.

AND I can have my own blog, my own station to broadcast from, my own soapbox to stand on and connect with other resonating or pushing-back souls.

Now get out there and toast a few more braincells to driftglass.