I Miss Spring

I miss spring and it's not winter yet!  How can this be?  It just seems that spring was way too short, the days flew by and now it is cold and wet outside.  Spring to me is like a promise.  A promise of the warm, sweet days ahead.  A season of hope and activity. 

16 Days and Two Miles Later

Late Sunday evening the phone rang.  A man on the other end of the line stated he had a cat matching the description we gave on Craig's List.  I was not optimistic, it had been too long and was certain from where he lived, it was not Simon.  But, it was Simon.  Somehow he had shown up 2 miles from home.  He was so happy to see us.  That night, per usual, Simon slept next to me with his paw on my head.

Missing Simon

Simon has been missing now for over a week. We found him four years ago driving from Oregon to Iowa. We pulled over in remote Idaho and there was a hawk diving in the field. When we got out I could hear a little meow and called to the kitty, with the hawk after him he ran right into my arms and buried his head. He was just a few weeks old, dehydrated and malnourished. We stopped and bought the litter box, cat food etc. When we pulled into Iowa, I immediately took him to the vet and he has been my baby since. Simon sleeps next to me at night. Often with his paw on my head. I miss him so much.

Simon is very clean, particular about himself and surroundings. He is also strict with his routine. In the morning when I get up he goes out. Simon comes right back in before I go to work and then out when I get home, back in for bedtime. Last Friday he went out in the morning and then visited the neighbors until around noon. They let him out and we have not seen him since.

We have walked door to door, posted advertisements etc. with no sign of him.

Backyard Plum

I like plums and how convenient having plum trees in the backyard. The deer must think so also. They usually rest their hooves on the fence and stand on their hind legs to eat the plums. Spitting the pits out on our lawn as they munch. This year they didn't pay a lot of attention to the fruit. I was most pleased!

I grew up in the midwest. Flat with some small hills.... One year when I was small we visited Boulder, CO. I remember the mountains and how beautiful. We began vacationing in the Black Hills and then the Grand Tetons. I was convinced I would some day live in the mountains and here I am. I love this view, the town I live in and the smell of the fresh mountain air in the morning.

Fall is in the air. Most of the days are still in the high 70's low 80's but the nights it cools down and there is definately a change coming. I hate limbo....especially between late summer and fall. The earth is dry and so everything is brown. Once fall is in full swing and the rain starts to fall a bit the trees change color and then I fully appreciate the season.

Fern Ridge Resevoir. Nice blue with puffy clouds - beautiful, warm day.