Saturday, November 25, 2006

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

tastes lemony


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very tasty: smooth, crisp, lemony.
Cereus hildmannianus

Monday, November 20, 2006

out in the yard


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this cactus fruit opened up this morning.
yummy!

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Friday, November 10, 2006

scenery


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devil's post pile

Thursday, November 02, 2006

more fur balls


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open house and rummage sale at Friends of Cats this weekend!

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

fur balls


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Muffin

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Onyx

these are the two little fur balls that came into my life last week.

Happy Halloween to Cool Cats Everywhere!



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Saturday, October 21, 2006

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

hollow of a wave




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this is one of my favorite pictures.
the men in the boats are in a heap of trouble.
the wave is terrible and beautiful at the same time.

Friday, October 13, 2006

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

relax


sit back in your chair a bit.

take a deep breath. relax, hold it.

let it out.

relax, take another deep breath, put your feet flat on the floor.

let it out.

take a deep breath, stretch your neck a little, roll your head from side to side.

relax, let it out.

good job!

keep it up!

peace, peter

Thursday, September 28, 2006

now is now


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When the fiddle had stopped singing Laura called out softly, “What are the days of auld lang syne, Pa?”

"They are the days of a long time ago Laura,” Pa said. “Go to sleep now.”

But Laura lay awake a little while, listening to Pa’s fiddle softly playing and to the lonely sound of the wind in the Big Woods. She looked at Pa sitting on the bench by the hearth, the fire-light gleaming on his brown hair and beard and glistening on the honey-brown fiddle. She looked at Ma, gently rocking and knitting.

She thought to herself, “This is now.”

She was glad that the cosy house, and Pa and Ma and the fire-light and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.

Little House in the Big Woods, by Laura Ingalls Willder

Friday, September 22, 2006

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Sunday, September 17, 2006