a negative capability scrapbook
Maizy’s dudgeon is so high it needs breathing apparatus and might possibly never return to regular altitudes.
She has taken to her bed and is not budging. Even to attack the post. Since the bed is next to my desk I have to leave the house before her evil eye causes me spontaneously to combust.
No, make that a FURIOUS breed.
She was shorn today of her long, shaggy and disreputable locks. She is now sleek, elegant, streamlined, smooth, glistening and velvety. And won’t look anyone in the eye.
She’ll forget the trauma soon enough. And she’ll thank me when the hot weather returns. Er, if the hot weather returns.
Meanwhile I discover that having her claws clipped means she doesn’t click when walking on the wooden floors any more, which is rather a shame. It was such an expressive sound I could usually tell what sort of mood she was in just by her foot pawfalls.
Or Jekyll and Hyde? Dopple and Gänger? (yup, I don’t speak German).
It was an accident while attempting to photograph a piece of knitwear in the bathroom mirror. How many other camera models have a “document” setting I wonder. Anyway, this is me, documented and inverted. Back to front if not inside out.
Wish I had a lovely cozy basket complete with furry bed and blanky to curl up in *right now*. But I don’t.
There’s even a group devoted exclusively to them on flickr. So I can’t resist taking this as opportunity to test out Admarket’s flickrSLiDR.
Created with Admarket’s flickrSLiDR.
There’s even a group devoted exclusively to them on flickr. So I can’t resist taking this as opportunity to test out Admarket’s flickrSLiDR.
Created with Admarket’s flickrSLiDR.
Frolicking in the sunshine.
Many picnics were consumed.
They are words like “death” and “worth” and “alone” but they need other words to join them like the stalks do a daisy chain and those haven’t arrived yet.
So all I can do is ask whether you knew that the dandelion is a member of the daisy family. I didn’t, until I checked how to spell it. How wonderful.
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