the plot thickens

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

19 March 2018 - Another prime (#1303) day, although the pictured sunshine was borrowed from yesterday's weather.  You know me and Mr. Sol:  if he is around, then I can be found (I made a poem?) sprawled in his liquid warmth.  I'm not the only thing to thrive in his presence:  our yard is greening up and flowering (that's spiderwort left of center).  Signs of winter's brutality are diminishing, shed or camouflaged by new growth.  It is no wonder that primitives marked the sun's progression along the horizon:  who doesn't want to know that things will get more livable soon? ...that seemingly dead vegetation will be stirred to life?  I too am a believer in seasons, but I worship summer.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Feeling blue:  

Go dig in the dirt.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

phrase of the day - the cat's whiskers, something that is simply purrfect