Maria was kind enough to pick me some lilacs from our blossoming Lilac bushes; I was enchanted by their beauty and power. Here are four pictures I took. More to come. They speak for themselves.
See you tomorrow; this is my sign-off.
Maria was kind enough to pick me some lilacs from our blossoming Lilac bushes; I was enchanted by their beauty and power. Here are four pictures I took. More to come. They speak for themselves.
See you tomorrow; this is my sign-off.
I went to close the bathroom window – it’s getting pretty cold here – and saw Zip in the wicker chair looking up. When I went out on the porch to see Maria, who was reading there, I found Zip lying and sleeping in her lap. Both of them were warm, she said. He’s woven into the fabric of our lives.
Zip had a quiet day for once. He was looting all night and slept for hours on the back porch. We met around 4 p.m., and he lay quietly in my lap for nearly a half-hour when his nemesis, the stone wall chipmunk, popped her head up, and off he went.
This is like a sweet meditation; it is calming, peaceful, and nourishing. A great love is growing between us, and I accept it and look forward to it. It has done me good. I didn’t know I needed this, but I do. I like this selfie; it captures the feelings of both of us.
He came back a few minutes later, but I had a lot of work to do, so I said goodbye. Then it started to cloud up, and more rain was coming. Zip wore himself out last night, but we had a sweet time together; it seems necessary to both of us.
Zip napping this afternoon.
I keep forgetting to put this photo up, so I’ll do it today; Maria has a runaway succulent heading for the ceiling. It just needs to be an inch or two.
It’s Spring again, and Maria is stocking firewood again. There have been no arguments with me. I asked her if she needed help, and she said, rather forcefully, that she loved doing it and didn’t want to argue about it anymore. I agreed and haven’t mentioned it again.
Being married to a strong woman is right, even when I am dissed and pushed aside. It is up to her. My male ego can take some time off, perhaps for good. Strong women are different from other people. I have loved them all of my life. They are suitable for me and good for men.
We are getting a load of wood next week, and she wants all the remaining wood in the shed by the time our woodsman shows up. I fought for help for years and never won. I’m done.
She got more than half of it done today and loves it. I am counting my blessings instead of fighting.