Perhaps tomorrow, instead of seeing a pain specialist I should be seeing someone to discuss my obsession with shiny things.
Maybe I am a magpie. Don’t they like shiny things?
For those of you who wish to see Winter banished, these posts must be such a bore, but as long as Nature keeps providing these distractions, I can’t help myself.
Yes, I’m easily distracted!
Ir reminds me of a Swedish crystal ornament I have of a penguin by Lars Svenson. Maybe he got his inspiration from a block of ice. They sure have enough of it in Sweden.
Too bad it’s going to melt, otherwise, maybe I could sell it.
There is one reader who likes my ice folly, though.
This one’s for you, Peter.
It was rather a surprise to see it still standing this morning but it is shrinking as I type.
So, the END.
Soon these wonderful white trees will get their clothes back on, but I have so enjoyed seeing the bare bones. As we drive along, I constantly exclaim “oh, look at that great tree!”
This one is a really special tree and is actually quite famous as it’s at Bedlam Farm and frequently features on Mr Katz’ blog.
We live not too far away and I was thrilled to be invited to view the new lamb and to get a “donkey fix”.
Grant grew up on a farm in South Africa, so for him this was really familiar. He often talks of his childhood there.
And I can confirm that the Bedlam Farm sheep all smile. They are a really happy family!
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We then ran home to collect our three reluctant vet-visit cats.
They thought they’d got away with just doing the round trip last week without going in. No such luck.
They had all been having a lovely nap.
Sasha was much affronted to be lifted down from her perch, still in her basket. She always goes up to her basket on top of the cupboard after lunch and she has a long conversation with it before settling down to sleep.
I’d love to know what she tells it!
Sasha is still a young cat so her report was good.
Not that Lily or Lucy got bad reports, but like their person, they are getting older, so we had blood panels taken to make sure everything is as should be.
Lily has eosinophilic granuloma, otherwise known as rodent ulcer. She’s always had it and for her it manifests as itchy spots on her body. She licks and chews till it’s raw.
We keep it under control with prednisolone, a steroid, but I’ve always worried about giving it to her too often as I was under the impression that the same thing helped to shorten my poor Panther’s life.
Our new doctor told us she didn’t think so, which made me feel better and now I won’t worry so much about giving it to Lily.
Maybe we will be able to keep the itching at bay. Of course Lily hates the stuff. It just gets rubbed into her ear, but if I even think about it, she reads my mind and makes herself scarce! Just as well it’s not an actual pill.
Panther had the same awful affliction, but in his case it attacked his gums and in the end most of his teeth were removed. Poor chap had a bad time of it, but he didn’t stop bouncing around until the very end, which is how I knew he’d had enough. Sigh.
My boy, Panther. He often sat this way with his little bikini brief showing. He was an extraordinary cat and a very good friend.
At the moment I am writing about him and the process of dealing with his death, but I’m not sure if it will be “bloggable.”
It’s slightly slow going as I can only write a little bit at a time…
Meanwhile, the three vet-visit cats are “laid out by our ordeal and all those shots”…
…milking it…. in other words. I notice they haven’t lost their appetites.
Very nICE. Thank you!
I keep up with the goings on at Bedlam Farm as well. Glad you and Grant got to visit the new little Robin and the rest of Jon and Maria’s clan. I’m happy the little lamb is now healthy and strong.
Love the sparkles on the snow, so magical:)