If you’ve ever wondered whether miracles do happen, wonder no more:
Sophie, Oakley and Caramel all sitting calmly in the same room.
I wasn’t game to get closer [ or to remove the detritus ] in case I spooked Caramel so apologies for the crappy pic. Now maybe as miracles go, this is not quite in the same league as Jesus appearing in a piece of toast or the Virgin Mary’s face in a MacDonald’s bun but I thought it ran pretty damn close… and it’s a hell of a lot more real!
Note to self … can you use ‘hell’ and ‘damn’ in the same sentence as ‘miracle’?
I am pointedly ignoring the fact that this apparent serenity was shattered shortly theafter when Sophie and Caramel had a rather loud and pointed exchange of opinions as to each other’s anticedents and habits which culminated with Caramel bolting under the spare bed and refusing to come out for four hours.
There is no connection at all between the cats and this adolescent ‘triffid’ that I found on a dead twig while I was over talking to PeteNextDoor’s goats.
I just think it’s interesting. Some sort of lichen thingy. Likewise,
these scented sundews[ drosera whittakerii ] Very primitive carniverous plants. In about a fortnight they’ll be covered with the most delicate little white flowers completely at odds with their ferocious nature. I’ve got thousands of the beggars.
and to finish up the first herald of Spring.