You Looking at ME???

Leaning on that tree like a couple of hoods under a street light...taunting me, laughing at me, daring me to give them another go. The first and last time I inserted myself into one of those sinister, sneering Kayaks (the smug one with the biggest mouth) from our dock, it was, rather - well - demeaning, as I dragged my sorry self back onto the dock covered in muck and lily pads. I see you Kayaks

I see you every blessed day. One day, I may just knock those smokes out of your mouths and those smiles off your faces as I send you flying...but probably not.

Me-nemena, doot do do do do...Louie, The Entertainer

Cats

don't enjoy a seat so much as claim one. Louie spied the new red throw atop the white leather ottoman and it was, apparently, what he'd been waiting for. Now, he's there ALL THE TIME. It's ok though, as I'm preoccupied trying to decide to place the horse pillow on or off the chair (much easier than adjusting a cat). What do you think?

A Symphony of Red and Green with a Splash of Amphibian!

SO FUN!!! I added a red pillow to my living room vignette and then an old tray that I shined up with some spray lacquer, and before I knew it, out came my yoga frogs and an original painting I just purchased from Ricarda Forbes Loth. All the colours from outdoors are now indoors AND I'm ready for Christmas too!!!!

Good God It's Night and My Whites ARE EVEN Whiter!!!

These photos were taken by my daughter, Laura, moments ago during a massive thunderstorm in Toronto. We live 120 miles east and saw much the same - just a different backdrop. Something very eerie about a big city basked in electrical charges. Ooooooooooooo - storms make me blood race.

Save Me A Seat!

You can tiptoe out at the crack of dawn, or make lots of noise laughing and clanking your lemonade glass at mid-day. It matters not, because when a cat wants your favourite seat, he simply, well, takes it. There certainly isn't a seat shortage but I find when I plunk down across from the cat, I just can't concentrate on the book I'm reading or the person I'm chatting with because there's someone in my seat and they aren't leaving...until they want to.

New Red Chair

It's funny what a few new purchases can do for a frame of mind. I never got it before. Women who use 'retail therapy' to shake aside a mood....then I found this red chair, and a red throw, and a white hassock, and a red cotton rug and the whole world spun around in spiralling fairy dust. NESTING!!! I realize this high will wear off, but I will always be grateful to the unspoken power of the new red chair.

P.E.I. - Grampy's Casa, My Casa?

When visiting Prince Edward Island, it is customary for me to haul whomever I'm with on 'shack excursions'...we find abandoned houses and investigate their real estate? Soooo, Carissa - shown here - , Hilary and I found one, broke into it, found a sign on the wall that read 'Happy Birthday Grampy', dishes in the dish rack, possessions scattered about and we were sure we were going to find a deceased Grampy somewhere. Luckily, we did not. Unluckily, when we investigated the price of our B&E score, a neighbour told us that Grampy still lives there...he was just away for a couple of days. Needless to say, 'shacking' will need some retooling before the next trip to P.E.I.

Prince Edward Island's busiest cyclists....

are clearly from Japan! Having just spent a week on 'The Gentle Island', cycling would have been the way to go, if it hadn't been for all the rain. My friend Carissa and I made the most of it and put over a thousand kilometres on our rental car. Over the hills and through the dales with n'ary a rain soaked bicycle to be seen anywhere!

"I LIVE IN A TRAILER DOWN BY THE RIVER!"

...the voice of SNL funny guy, Chris Farley, was ringing in my ears as we set our wee trailer up at the end of our yard. I kept expectd to see him bounding out the back door, unsuccessfully attempting to hike his belt beyond his corpulence.
We don't really need the trailer there, all set up but, being a lifelong trailer lover, I like the way it looks, with it's little tree stump garden out front and bullfrogs splashing and singing five feet from the door. A nice little escape, or sleepover quarters for anyone needing a wildlife fix. Turles, swans, geese beavers, and frogs....ohhhh the frogs...big ones, little ones all talking at once in their own mighty metropolis, so, if you deem to drop in, you must remember, you are only visiting.