Autumn equinox has passed and the night lingers in my mornings. I am loath to disrupt the coziness of my little hobbit-house with bright electric lights; even PippinTook stays out of the blinds as our day begins. Orion has returned to usher us on our morning walks and this week I can barely see Pippin so… Continue Reading
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Star Wars in my back yard
With a trill and a blur he was behind me before I could look up from my coffee. Gandalf, Pippin and I were basking in the morning sun on the patio; the boys were having their first nap of the day and didn’t even twitch a whisker as our visitor whipped by. I turned and there… Continue Reading
Rescue Me!
He was found in a barn; no mom, no litter mates, just a persistently cheerful ball of fur. The people at the barn didn’t know where he came from, either, and when he was still there the third time she arrived to ride the deal was sealed; she was taking him home. He was a… Continue Reading
Summmmer-time…..
I don’t even know how to start this post…I am just so happy I could spit. I do feel bad about killing the ants, though. I was down for peaceful co-existence but they were all about world domination and it just wasn’t going to work. It was them or me. Anyway, two summers ago… Continue Reading
Summer Solstice Moon
Happy Summer Solstice from Gandalf, PippinTook and me! Continue Reading
A New Box of Crayons
I It finally happened; my mother sold the ranch. The place that nestled in my heart as home no matter where in the world we were living. My roots; where I went to renew my soul and the legacy that kept me sane when my life unraveled. Not only is it some of the most beautiful… Continue Reading
PippinTook
PippinTook is Gandalf’s little brother. Never mind that he is of a different species, he is the quirky, social butterfly younger sibling to Gandalf’s older, more sensible, kind of nerdy big brother. An odd couple by any definition, Pippin adds a certain flavor to our family; remember the movie Young Frankenstein and Marty Feldman’s character… Continue Reading
The Christmas Sock Part 2
Damn. The expectant sock hung there, visible proof that the mental pat on the back earlier that day was prematurely delivered. Santa is supposed to know whose socks are where. After all, Twinkle was home at her apartment so why shouldn’t her sock be there, too? Never mind that we hadn’t done it that way… Continue Reading
The Christmas Sock Part 1
I have long suspected that Rebecca still *believes* in Santa Claus and it was confirmed this year. I say suspected because I am too chicken to ask outright if she does or does not believe and I am not going to be the one to watch the look in her eyes if she is told pointblank that… Continue Reading
