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Saturday, June 15, 2013

The Sunflower for Julie at the Lazy Vegan

At the beginning of our main path, right in front of the bedroom terrace and French doors, a volunteer sunflower somehow managed to poke through the gravel and is thriving...and we are quite certain that this marvel is in honor of Julie!  The last time we had any sunflowers growing remotely near this spot was years ago - so it is truly a surprise event.  The foreman has been taking extra care watering it and it has grown so tall just in this past week.  Julie can now see it from her position on the bed.  I just love  the symbolism of this;  both the sunflower and Julie are reaching toward the light!

I took a lot of sunflower photos so one can see how cool this is...





 With bee!

This is the reaching for the light part...



Little Fawn!

 Play time.




 Vegan scones from Snap!!
 This is one rabbit who knows how to relax.

 With Snap...she keeps bringing me those incredible vegan scones...




Grooming her pals as usual.
Napping Bravo and his reflection.
Laptop time with the rabbit.
Grandma Snap visited Julie...AND Wasabi!


Thank you to Snap - she brought over a delicious quinoa-bean dish she made, plus almonds she'd toasted and yummy cherries and bread from our local bakery!  Provisions!

Always time to acknowledge the rabbit.
There's that expression again...


More silly and fun play time...
Hopping to it!
Claire cradles Bravo- quite a feat!!



Split second fox!

Couldn't resist taking these photos...these are the wonderful little stuffed piglets that we warm up for Julie so she can stay toasty - one goes by her feet and the other she gets to cuddle with - a great way to stay cozy!


Hanging out one evening with my beloved bunny.


 And one of my beloved terriers!
 Saw this guy walking by outside the window above my desk.
 The raspberries are booming in our garden this year!
 So much fun going in and out of a cardboard castle...


 Charging around while the dogs nap!

Raccoon Duo

 Every few months I have to give Toby a haircut...this time it was way overdue.
 I should have taken a before photo...here's the after!


The weekly pose...Paco was a bit put-off by my iPhone - usually I use my regular camera and he could definitely tell the difference...kept trying to sniff it!

The super adorable collage, above, was done by my sister - of her new JRT puppy, Sparky!  And Sparky has a blog!!  You'll find a permanent link to Sparky's blog on the right margin of THIS blog!



Spotted by the wood pile.
Comfort food.




Fly spray time and feeding time - at the same time.
I think Wasabi appreicates her life here.  I really do!

Relaxed...,

And asleep.

Quality time with the donkeys.



With Weegie - a rare photo!

Luigi being very funny with the camera.
WHOA!

Kisses!

Julie's poem of the week (partially recited):

What is So Rare As a Day in June
James Russell Lowell
AND what is so rare as a day in June?
      Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,
     And over it softly her warm ear lays;
Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;
Every clod feels a stir of might,
     An instinct within it that reaches and towers,
And, groping blindly above it for light,
     Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers;
The flush of life may well be seen
     Thrilling back over hills and valleys;
The cowslip startles in meadows green,
     The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,
And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean
     To be some happy creature's palace;
The little bird sits at his door in the sun,
     Atilt like a blossom among the leaves,
And lets his illumined being o'errun
     With the deluge of summer it receives;
His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings,
And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings;
He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,
In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?
Now is the high-tide of the year,
     And whatever of life hath ebbed away
Comes flooding back with a ripply cheer,
     Into every bare inlet and creek and bay;
Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it,
We are happy now because God wills it;
No matter how barren the past may have been,
'Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green;
We sit in the warm shade and feel right well
How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell;
We may shut our eyes but we cannot help knowing
That skies are clear and grass is growing;
     The breeze comes whispering in our ear,
     That dandelions are blossoming near,
That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing,
That the river is bluer than the sky,
That the robin is plastering his house hard by;
And if the breeze kept the good news back,
For our couriers we should not lack;
We could guess it all by yon heifer's lowing,
     And hark! How clear bold chanticleer,
     Warmed with the new wine of the year,
Tells all in his lusty crowing!
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how;
Everything is happy now,
     Everything is upward striving;
'Tis as easy now for the heart to be true
As for grass to be green or skies to be blue,
     'Tis for the natural way of living:
Who knows whither the clouds have fled?
     In the unscarred heaven they leave not wake,
And the eyes forget the tears they have shed,
     The heart forgets its sorrow and ache;
The soul partakes the season's youth,
     And the sulphurous rifts of passion and woe
Lie deep 'neath a silence pure and smooth,
     Like burnt-out craters healed with snow.