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| A Garden at Glenwood's Home of Origin |
I post less often, but it's not because life with Glenwood has become boring. Oh, no. It's been an odd (and very hot) summer, and as often as I take photos and think of posting I ... just ... don't ... always ... get ... here. But the other day, I walked by Glenwood's first home (not unusual). I usually look up the driveway to see if there are cats (no), but this time I looked more carefully at the garden that the neighbor plants in the abandoned front yard. And I noted the stakes he uses are broom handles. Very nice. The house remains abandoned, but the yard is cleaned up dramatically from when Glenwood lived there.
On other fronts, turns out my studio table must be where the air currents from the windows converge to drop the temperature by a degree or two. Because look:
I've been working in another room for nicer light, so I don't mind them hanging out here except that possession is nine-tenths of the law.
They are very good buddies. Timmy puts his entire head into Glenwood's left ear to clean it, evidently finding the taste and smell of her infection intoxicating. Not much grosses me out after a lifetime of cats plus bringing Glenwood back from the brink, and I enjoy cleaning her ear in a perverse way, but when I see him doing that ... UGH.
Much of the time, they just hang out close to each other. It's nice. The rubber strip is a very popular toy.
