Zig and I were just reminiscing about the time Raskal got stuck in the tree after following Boyfren up there. He's just too fluffy to navigate a tree.
Looking at the photos makes me miss our Iowa backyard in summer time. The humidity! The cicadas! The trees! The endless tomatoes! Sitting here in my cold house in the middle of winter, all of those things sound so good to me right now.
t'would be nice if that lush Iowa summer didn't have to come with the brutal Iowa winter! you come back and eat tomatoes and lounge among the trees with us any time. darling lil furrybutt Raskal; ideas always grander than the execution of them.
Posted by: crescent gang | 01/20/2009 at 05:04 AM