March 31, 2011

March 29, 2011

whatcha reading x

...I was standing in the house by the boy-prophets. Nobody seemed to notice us, and we got in nobody's way. Though they had been old men hundreds of years ago, they were not at all surprised at being present there as young boys; and I, though a nun over forty years old, was not at all surprised either at being now a poor peasant child of nine years. When one is with these holy people, one is surprised at nothing, except at the blindness and sinfulness of mankind.

- The Life of the Blessed Virgin Mary, Anne Catherine Emmerich

Yeah, there's always that.


March 28, 2011

March 27, 2011

rehab supervisor

Pete looks like a drill instructor.

mike and autumn

home from drill weekend

circles and squares

I've started working with Ondine on a close heel; we randomly weave between the garden boxes and go back and forth and around the narrow paths for ten minutes or so at a time. It's a good game.

evening irises

ha ha dogs dig flowers


she looks pretty in her new harness huh


this morning's harvest

March 26, 2011

March 25, 2011


our pirate selkie

March 24, 2011

oak flowers

The red oak in our backyard.

Ondine had her surgery today. We stopped to see her on our way home. Her whole back leg is shaved from spine to toe, with a long incision over her hip. She was doped up and hurting and confused. Poor thing. We will bring her home tomorrow.


zeus and athena :)

March 23, 2011

March 22, 2011

celery pearls

careless fairies leave their jewelry laying around

orange bulbine

March 20, 2011

spring along the river

The top one is a blackberry patch.

March 19, 2011

amy in the garden

cedar waxwings

guest post: a shrubbery

Bren took these pictures. We planted a shrubbery of zhuzhou fuschias and dwarf burford hollies today.

March 17, 2011

st patty anole

oh ouch, ondine

Ondine yelped and pulled up lame last Friday and has been favoring her left hind leg since, though it didn't slow her down much. Still, her hip didn't look or feel right, so Bren took her to the doctor today. We discovered that not only was Ondine's hip disjointed, but that an injury in her past had shattered a wall of her pelvis. I saw the x-rays. One side of the image showed a long, smooth, graceful curve, and the other, a mass of rubble. She will need some surgery.

Last Sunday Sandi said of Ondine, "I think you picked a good one," and I said, "I don't think we picked her. I think she picked us. I don't know how these things happen."

But Bren and I both feel today that actually, we do. Her surgery and rehabilitation will likely be an expensive, time-consuming process. Bren gets a good discount on animal care, and Ondine will have lots of people who like her a lot overseeing her recovery. Right place, right time: These critters come into our lives for a reason. We are grateful for them all.

March 14, 2011

kangaroo paw

dove, tanya


Random snapshots from yesterday's welcome home party for Michael.