Taken in 2016, mushrooming with a friend.
mushrooming
Taken in 2016, mushrooming with a friend.
Boa Black would often wait in the yard, watching. What was she waiting for?
These:

Boa really liked the fawns. She would wait and watch the path into my second lot.
I have a 1930 house and a 1930 garage. The garage is on the lot line and one side extends five feet into a second lot, that is set at 90 degrees to the house lot. I quit mowing the second lot when I was divorced, working, and had two kids. I talked to the neighbors on the block and no one objected. The lot is hidden from the road by a huge bank of rosa rugosa.
The deer have used the lot in some years to stash young fawns while they made their rounds.
This is taken with a 26X zoom, so the fawn saw me but did not get spooked. Actually the fawn was hopping around in the second lot and managed to look guilty when I first saw it. Uh-oh, mom told me to stay hidden. It lay down and tried to pretend it had been behaving the entire time.
Boa Cat died in early 2020, after 17 years with me, a kitten from the pound. In memorium.
Elwha is surreal today, in purple light.
Waiting for the ferry to Bainbridge, I am watching a man working on an I beam, with a cheerful yellow umbrella clamped to it. The old overpass is being taken down and a new ferry terminal is going up.
I am clearly back in the Pacific Northwest.
I get Ms Bun and the blanket from my church silent auction fundraiser. She did not have many bids, so I bid on her.
When I get her, I wonder who to give her to.
I am gone for two weeks, with a cat sitter coming in daily. The cats are bigger but still kittens. They are amazed when I get home. They are so surprised. I get the impression that they thought I was gone forever.
They are even more delighted when I go to bed. They purr and purr and purr. I am staying! They are very happy.
Today I have to get groceries. When I return, I see who Ms Bun is for. She helps take care of the cats when I am not here, and they both cuddle in her lap.
Welcome, Ms. Bun.
Under the snow
fast asleep
the moss waits
despite the deep
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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt.
sweep through the woods
sweep past the forest
the car winds along the road
we are warm inside
new broom sweep clean
new years starts again
old broom used and worn
old year illness torn
new broom brought to floor
new year contemplated
old broom set aside
old year must abide
new broom awkward feel
new year challenge real
old broom may have use
old year research truth
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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt.
Good morning and Happy New Year’s Day!
This is taken from Fort Flagler on Marrowstone Island.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: light.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: finale. It’s the end of the year, the sun will set on another year!
Hoppy Newt Oar, everyone, and hope and prayers for next year.
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