My Way of Living [05/20/16

  • Lilacs on the breeze

    It’s mid evening when the sun is running it’s golden fingers through the grass in the backyard of our house. Quiet enough to hear the wafting of the crows feathers as it flies past, the movement stirs the scent of lilacs from a neighbours hedge, they drift past on the breeze.Bootsie sits on the opposite chair, mine is not the lap …

  • Birds, Bootsie, and a birth announcement

    Ask me what time I was woken up yesterday morning, since apparently none of the birds knew it was Sunday.4 am.Yes, 4 am.Because.of the birds.And the Boo… who howled like a banshee at the front door, after the birds woke him up.Didn’t matter that it was dark outside still. He could hear Phil cawing and was determined to get out. Ne…