Friday, June 2, 2017


When I moved into my imaginary cottage three years ago, there was no garden--nothing but the big tree pictured above.  The side garden had several ugly dying plants and big metal things for power and cable.  I was not encouraged.

I'm very good at scavenging so be careful when you put something out for the garbage, guys, because if you decide you want it back, I will have taken it. The big ceramic pot on the rusty (I love rust) holder was a major find.  Most of my pots were "found" objects, as were the rusty wrought iron chairs, the trellis, the bird bath and some of the plants.  Why would anyone throw out a live plant?  Well, they do so I revive it, give it a little Miracle Grow and put the plant in a bigger container (which I found by the side of the road.)

 All the ground cover plants that you see simply grew down the side of their pot and across the garden  The pot of flowers on the left came from a gift card from Home Depot. I bought soil and flowers; I had a pot! 

The lacy tree in
the back of the picture began its life in my garden as a puny sprout which grew and grew until I had to remove it from its pot and plant it. 

But the loveliest thing in my garden appeared of its own accord last night--a fawn. I saw him in the glow of a street lamp placidly 
          eating the shining leaves.

My own little Bambi will not be repurposed; his reason for being is to bring beauty into
                   the world.

Saturday, April 29, 2017


Maks wonders if he can get away with finishing the other cats' food

Apparently, Maks is very grateful that I rescued him because he tries to "help" me on a daily basis.  If I am mopping, Maks stares intently at the mop and then taps it with his paw.  Then he looks up at me and hopes for a compliment on his hard work.

Maks show off his now furry nub.

If I am changing the bed linens, Maks contributes by leaping into the air many times and then rolling around in the very sheets I am trying to remove.  So I remove Maks from the bed, but he leaps onto the bed yet again, rolls over on his back and waves all four legs in the air.  He is sooooo happy!  AND he's helping Mommy!

Maks wonders if he can steal Molly's food.
Molly stares at Maks, then enumerates all the dreadful things she will do to him,
if he so much as touches the remains of her food.
Maks slinks away.

But Maks' very favorite way to help Mommy is to watch the toilet flush!  He stands on the toilet seat with his head in the bowl and closely watches the blue cleaner swirling down to the dark nether regions.  What a wonderful time Maks is having!

However, Mommy is exhausted and retires to her big, comfy chair with her iced tea and the paper.  Oh, good, now Maks can shred the newspaper while Mommy is reading it!

But old, wise Monty passes by  and says, "Kid, don't even think about it."  Maks recognizes the wisdom of this and decides to take a nap.  Right next to Monty.

Sunday, April 2, 2017



My sweet little Maks has completely recovered.  He eats like a large horse and has filled out nicely.  Maks has also gained confidence now that he feels secure in his new home.  Molly (another feral cat I adopted), is STILL mean to him because she is jealous.  She hisses and baps him with her paw, but he is still hoping she will come around and love him as their Mommy Linda does.
The only thing Maks is not good at is being a cat model as these pictures will show.  By the time the flash goes off, he has moved.

The other day Maks was having a serious conversation with Monty who is 16 and wise in the ways of the world.  He mentioned that he would like to get married and father kittens.  Maks and his wife and children would all live with their Mommy Linda!
But Monty said, "You will never father kittens, dopey Maks.  Someone took your manhood!"
Maks was astounded.  What was his manhood?  Why would someone take it?
"Probably some TNR program," Monty said and promptly fell asleep.
What in the world was TNR? Maks would have kittens; he WOULD!  But first he needed a wife and where would he find one since he wasn't allowed outside?

Thursday, February 23, 2017



I was walking by the azalea hedge when I heard a very faint meow.  I looked down into the bush and there sat a black kitten and he didn't look well.  I bent down and called to him in a low voice and he came right out.  I petted him and talked softly to him as I was assessing his injuries.  His tail was limp and broken and he had several injuries on his body.  And the poor little kitten was extremely skinny.  I could tell his tail was infected and I was pretty sure that without treatment he would die.  I took him inside and fed him some soft food and gave him a bowl of water while I called the vet.  The poor little guy was not thrilled when I placed him in a carrier and put him in the car.  There was no yowling, just soft tiny sounds that continued until we arrived at the vet's.

His tail had to be amputated immediately before the infection spread throughout his painfully thin body.  I hated to leave him but I knew the surgery had to be done.  When I picked him up the next morning, he was so glad to see me that I almost cried.  I was given pain medication, instructions and a plastic cone to prevent him from pulling out the stitches.  As we placed him in the carrier, the vet tech asked if I was keeping him.

"Of course, I'm keeping him.  We've bonded.
His name is Maks."

And Maks was quiet all the way home.

Friday, December 9, 2016


 I added ivory and blush pink ornaments to my Christmas creation and then wrapped the whole tree in blush pink tulle.  I wrapped my gifts in soft colors and painted and glittered two papier mache houses (more to follow next Christmas.) There are many, many angels on my small tree and I love them all.

Since my new faux tree was pre-lit, I was free to use all my lights elsewhere.  My whole living room sparkles now.  And look--another angel.

Down below is a closeup
of my painted houses with Santa in the doorway and happy children in the windows.

Below is my children's tree complete with Santas, bears, mice, a nutcracker, two puppies and three jolly Christmas mugs. Did you notice--almost everything is red!

My last tree is below--flocked, decorated with tiny ornaments in gold, bronze and copper, curled gold ribbon and enveloped in blush tulle. 


This week I'm linking up with Rooted In Thyme and Shabby Art Boutique.  Their direct links are at right.  Go and see the gorgeous creations.  

Saturday, December 3, 2016


I finally got some of my many small Christmas trees decorated.  I made or painted most of the ornaments, but some may look familiar.  The little angels with cascading ribbons came from our shabbilicious creator, Kerryanne, who graciously provided a free printable of the angels as well as instructions.  I think they turned out beautifully and I plan to use them every year.

I painted the large papier mache ornaments in pastel colors and then glazed them with light streaks of a pearled white paint by Martha Stewart which catches the light.  On this tree I only used white, pastel or clear ornaments.  While I did not crochet the snowflakes, I did make the tiny white mittens and winged boots.

I saw the mittens and boots on a lovely tree in a decorating book years ago and they had been handmade by the authors in white felt and decorated with gold thread and tiny bells.  The boots were a bit more difficult as they needed black soles and golden wings. The tiny elves who would wear the boots must have very long narrow feet.

I am not quite finished as I am painting small houses to rest in the "snow" under the tree and I need to refurbish poor Santa's robe above as I have had him for many years and his lovely hooded robe appears to be disintegrating.  Never fear, by next week old Saint Nick will be beautiful again.  He has a long night ahead of him on Christmas Eve and the very least I can do is make him warm!

Sunday, July 3, 2016


As you all know, I have three black cats with personality plus.  But I also cherish two outside cats--a blue-eyed white and gray beauty who is very shy and a darling calico who is always hungry.  She comes bounding up to my front door every morning when I come out to pick up my paper, looking very hopeful and making excited little cries.  When I bring out the bowl of food, her joy knows no bounds and, immediately, her little head is down in the bowl.  This happy scene is repeated at dinnertime when she greets her food as though she has never eaten before.
                        Calico was right in    the middle of the scene at left until she saw my camera.  She disappeared instantly and returned to finish dinner only when I was safely inside.
Last week there was a day when Calico never appeared to claim her dinner.  Had she gone to the movies to escape the heat?  Was she in the library reading cat books?

The next day when I looked out my bedroom window there was Calico violently throwing up.  I began to worry that she had eaten something toxic.  Or was it the heat index of 105?

The next day Calico never appeared and I looked everywhere for her.  But the following day she quietly came up to me when I was getting the newspaper.  I went inside and fixed a small bowl of food and a big bowl of water and set them down before her.  She looked at the food but didn't touch it.

I tried to pick her up which she had never let me do, but she backed away and then disappeared into the woods.  I was frantic.  What if Calico was very sick and I couldn't catch her to take her to my vet?
So I prayed.  
I prayed that God would make her well.
I prayed because I realized that I loved her.

The next morning when I opened the door Calico came flying up to me, chirping happily.  I fixed her some breakfast which she greeted with her former cries of joy.  She appeared twice more that day and ate each time.  Now I know that cats can get sick very easily.  And just as easily they recover.
And yet...