1. Sometimes I think it’s a good thing when cats get distracted and walk away from a cuddle: if they didn’t, I’d stay stroking them all day.
1b. I appear in the living room doorway and Kaufman from the hammock, and Strange from the sofa, call out chirps of hello. Only Lily pads over to greet me though and she follows me as I cross to tickle the others.
2. Lily loves the long grass in the deers’ meadow. She jumps through it, cutting her own paths when the ones cut by others just don’t suffice. She stands chewing it and her tail swishes against the tall fronds.
2b. The different seed heads on the different types of grass. One is boring, the squat heavily clustered one you see everywhere, but another the others are finer, more elegant. I run my fingers through them and think of their cousins, wheat & rice.
3. We peek at the plot through the fence – it’s overgrown, and it’s disappointing that the site doesn’t have water, but there is a little shed and a little greenhouse, and the light looks good. We decide to take it.
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