That is my daughter’s cat. Mr. Man had just finished having his lunch and decided to clean up a bit. I’m sure those who own cats know the deal. They will lick and lick and lick until every semblance of left over food is removed from every crevice on their body.
This little man is frisky. He loves to be touched and loved up. He spends a lot of time outside hanging with the deer and learning about the surroundings. He has a regular visitor, a gray cat, who comes around to share his food. He’s not terribly pleased with this intruder, and shows his displeasure in no uncertain terms.
Overall, he’s a great cat. And a pretty cool friend as well. I really need to give him more attention. But, I’ll leave that up to my daughter. She’s the true cat lover.
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I am surrounded by them. Blueberries. Everywhere I turn, there they are. Not only are they abundant in my yard, but they are delicious. Don’t they look wonderful?
Nature produces, without need for cultivation, some of the most wonderful foods we could ever imagine. Some forget that 95% of the foods we need to live require us to do nothing. They come back year after year on their own. But some believe erroneously that through their cultivation, they have made many things bigger and better. But is bigger necessarily better? And why do I need bigger blueberries when I have so many at my disposal? They are sweet and satisfying. And given that they are pesticide free, I’d say better.
I am thankful for the abundance. And would never ask for anything more than what nature has graciously provided me. It does it without my assistance or input and does it efficiently. Mother Gaia really knows how to nurture. Even with all the animals around who would eat blueberries, I still do not want for any.
The next time you are in my town, stop by. They ripen around August. There will be plenty of blueberries for us to share. Bring your own basket.
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I enjoy cooking. When I’m in the kitchen, I feel the love from the food move through me, through my hands and into my heart. The love goes back from heart, into my hands and into the food. This love then finds its way into those who eat what I’ve labored to prepare.
Chopping onions, scallion or potatoes is soothing. Cooking jasmine rice in vegetable broth delightful. And seasoning a tender and sweet chicken flavored in a tangy orange sauce exhilarating. The many smells that float through the house draw visitors from their conversations. Each one inquiring with an I-hate-to-bother-you tone, “Is dinner ready? Everything smells so good.” I smile, satisfied that their senses are keen and my meal smells appetizing.
When all is done and ready to be served, it is with whip in hand that I am forced to ward off the savages that threaten to eat everything in a single sitting. But order prevails and the meal is enjoyed, with barely a drop left to serve sleep over folks lunch on the morrow.
Another successful meal. “What is the recipe?” I hear several times over. I answer, “I can tell you, but then, I’d have to kill you.” The laughter closes out yet another wonderful dinner that leaves friends remembering not only the food, but the love shared between us.
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Nectarines just might be nectar from the gods. Their potent red skin conceals the bright yellow flesh that is a twin to the sun. The sun, with its powerful rays, maintains and sustains life, just as the nectarine maintains and sustains the body.
It illuminates the cells as the sun illuminates the very core of our existence. We are the sun, the sun is us. Each tender bite of that gentle fruit is a reminder of the power of the sun. It is through the ever present rays that life is brought forth in the form we now know.
A nectarine is amongst the many sensual fruits. It engages the spirit with invisible fingers that tenderly caress every part of the body. Its sweetness is sexy, and its scent is like pheromones. Once eaten, the nectarine and my body become one, a symbiotic existence that can never be broken.
Eating a nectarine is like eating sunshine. And in turn, translating into an orgasmic experience that defies even the great power of nirvana.
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