L-O-V-E 🐾♥️🐱🐱🐱♥️🐾 Happy Caturday! For the Theme - Love is touch

Happy Caturday! For the Theme - Love is touch 

L-O-V-E 🐾♥️🐱🐱🐱♥️🐾

L is for the way you look at me

O is for the only one I see V is very, very extraordinary E is even more than anyone that you adore can Love is all that I can give to you Love is more than just a game for two Two in love can make it Take my heart and please don't break it Love was made for me and you L is for the way you look at me O is for the only one I see V is very, very extraordinary E is even more than anyone that you adore can Love is all that I can give to you Love is more than just a game for two Two in love can make it Take my heart and please don't break it Love was made for me and you Love was made for me and you Love was made for me and you 

NAT KING COLE - L-O-V-E 

The Bogmen- Oceans Apart

Remembrance Day 2020 Poppy Day Lest We Forget.♥️

Remembrance Day 2020

Lest We Forget.♥️

They gave their lives so that we could enjoy our freedom. On the 11th hour, of the 11th day, of the 11th month, we will remember you."

These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
Washed marvelously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,
And sunset, and the colors of the earth.
These had seen movement, and heard music; known
Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;
Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;
Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended …


~ The Dead by Rupert Brooke

AND ON MY WAY HOME THIS EVENING ♥️

Well, sometimes something brilliantly beautiful stops you in your tracks.
On my way home this evening, I came upon this beautiful display of Remembrance Day at the Old Clock in Kemptville.
Even though Remembrance Day was different this year, this blanket of vibrant red poppies, each one handcrafted by someone who didn't forget, will forever remain with me. 
Thank you to Leeds Grenville Fibre Extravaganza.
We will remember them.

In Flanders Fields 

In Flanders fields, the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

John McCrae

NO WHITE PEAKS  BY PETER KAYNE 

READ BY PETER CUSHING

👀👀🐾🐾 'PURRANORMAL CATIVITY' 🐾🐾👀👀

🎃HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃 HAPPY CATURDAY🐱🐾 for The Theme 'IN'

 👀👀🐾🐾 'PURRANORMAL CATIVITY' 🐾🐾👀

👀 👀👀🐾🐾 'PURRANORMAL CATIVITY' 🐾🐾👀 👀 

ITS OCTOBER 31ST, HALLOWEEN NIGHT WHEN BATS AND SPIRITS ARE OUT, THE MOST PURRFECT NIGHT OF THE YEAR! AND, WHAT WILL OUR CATS DO? BUT OF COURSE, STAY IN and CONDUCT A SEANCE AND HOPE THE SPIRITS ARE WILLING.👀👀 '

'PURRANORMAL CATIVITY' ~ STAGED AND PHOTOGRAPHED BY M 

An oldie but goodie and later tonight when we are back home, we will be reshooting the scene and hopefully, these two special enchanting little creatures will play along. 

AND FOR SOME NOSTALGIA, A MOVIE I WATCHED BACK IN THE SIXTIES. 

I sure love ghosts! 

THE SPIRIT IS WILLING

"What would you not have accomplished if you had been free?"💡 HAPPY CATURDAY!🐱‰🐾

Happy Caturday Theme for October 17th /2020 

~ "CATPHABET ~Your cat's name & persuade your cat to pose for a photo with an object that starts with the same letter."

"This year I'm going to be Batman, said Bat"! 

And I'm going to be The Cat of Monte Cristo, said Maggie! 

“Ah, lips that say one thing, while the heart thinks another,” 
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

"Oh, how I wish I could fly like the Bats on the Clock, said Bat!"

Combine the two, cats and a pandemic and, what have you got? Infinite time to think! 

Ah, captivity, house arrest, hours spent in barred boundaries between four walls, and if you are lucky, a garden to soak in the sun while the weather is still warm although now a little too chilly. Nothing like being an outdoor cat! I miss having no boundaries, so what do we do?

Well, we join groups, cat lovers group, art group, writing group, music group, garden group, you find yourself pretty much forget you're living in a pandemic, almost. I still miss visiting family, thrifting, shopping, movies, and eating out. So for the time being this will help some.


THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO

“What would you not have accomplished if you had been free?"

"Possibly nothing at all; the overflow of my brain would probably, in a state of freedom, have evaporated in a thousand follies; misfortune is needed to bring to light the treasures of the human intellect. Compression is needed to explode gunpowder. Captivity has brought my mental faculties to a focus; and you are well aware that from the collision of clouds electricity is produced — from electricity, lightning, from lightning, illumination.” 

― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

Until life returns to normal keep focus on the treasures at hand. Stay safe♥️

DORMIR SOUS UN CYPRES

"Dormir sous un cyprès, or “to sleep under a cypress” means to be dead."

I left it for dead.

When I was inspired to paint The Quiet Garden, it was after I had come upon a beautiful garden behind The Saint John the Baptist Anglican Church in Richmond, Ontario, next to the church graveyard. But, I failed in capturing the serene landscape of The Quiet Garden and tossed the painting into the woodpile.

Sometimes, what I have in mind does not always turn out the way I conceive it in my mind. Now, I have arrived where the road leads to though not so sure how to go on. I will need to give it some thought before I make my next brush stroke.

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;


Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,


And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.


I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


~Robert Frost

PURRANORMAL INVESTIGATOR 👀 🔍 IN THE HAUNTED CHAMBER

EMMA'S SUBMISSION FOR HAPPY CATURDAY THEME
" IT'S A CAT'S JOB"

Do you believe in GHOSTS? 
BAT DOES! 
BAT, PURRANORMAL INVESTIGATOR 

On dark and spooky nights, when all have retired to bed, you'll find Bat hunting ghosts, the ghost hunting cat who never misses an anomaly and whose dream is for one day to go on a Ghost Adventure with Zak Bagans. 

TIME FOR A GHOST ADVENTURE, BAT?

"Each heart has its haunted chamber,
Where the silent moonlight falls!
On the floor are mysterious footsteps,
There are whispers along the walls! 
And mine at times is haunted
By phantoms of the Past
As motionless as shadows
By the silent moonlight cast. 
A form sits by the window,
That is not seen by day,
For as soon as the dawn approaches
It vanishes away. "

Lolita Waltz, musique de Claire Delerue. "Lazy Days" EP

Le Chat ~ Guillaume Apollinaire ~ 1880 – 1918


Je souhaite dans ma maison:
Une femme ayant sa raison,
Un chat passant parmi les livres,
Des amis en toute saison
Sans lesquels je ne peux pas vivre.



The Cat

I’d like at my house:
A sane woman,
A cat passing among the books,
Friends in every season
Without which I can not live.


LOLITA WALTZ ~ CLAIRE DELERUE FROM HER ALBUM "LAZY DAYS"

Magic mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all ?🐾🐱🐾

HAPPY CATURDAY!
Magic mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?

Of course, it's you, Maggie!

Maggie: "It's always Bat. It's about time they did a Happy Caturday feature about me, Maggie! "

For Happy Caturday's Theme, Airs Above the Ground.

"Vanish all self-control, and now we will see just how vain you mortals can be. " 

~ Endora

Bewitched ~ Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall

OCTOBER

“I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
Inclusive of our cat, Bat, whose name in the book is October."🖤🐾🐾🐾

Bat's official registered name is October Bat 🐱🦇🖤🧡🎃

SEPTEMBER WOODS

SEPTEMBER WOODS

A glory of gold
And russet and grey,
The tree-tops old
Glow in the day;
And, one by one,
The dry leaves fall,
And the Autumn sun
Smiles on them all.


Where all is still
The rabbits play,
And pheasants fill
Each woodland way;
And, one by one,
The dry leaves fall,
While the Autumn sun
Smiles on them all.

 ~ Sunlight and Shade

That Magic Moment 💫✨🌟⭐️💫

That Magic Moment 💫 when two little kitties showed up at our back door on my daughter's birthday back on October 27, 2017, a brother and sister team who I swear are a little witch and a tinner warlock in disguise. Lots of magic resides here now.

For the Happy Caturday group theme "Special Moments".

"Magic, magic, magic, magic This magic moment, so different and so new"


This Magic Moment ~ Ben E King and The Drifters

ONLY THE LONELY 🌱

'Only the Lonely' Nicotiana Sylvestris, White Shooting Stars or Woodland Tobacco.

It was the only Nicotiana Slyvestris plant to grow in the compost garden, and I left it alone to grow next to the Pumpkin Patch.
Now that the Pumpkin Patch is gone, Only the Lonely is truly alone. 

It's beautiful, candelabra-like clusters of tubular luminous white blossoms still intoxicate the evening autumn air with a rich Jasmine-like perfume.
In the past, when the white shooting stars of the Nicotiana Sylvestris bloomed in our summer garden at the front of the house where we could see and smell its beautiful scent, we would see hummingbird moths come around twilight to sip from the tiny trumpets. But this year, the trees have taken over the sun-loving garden, and only now are the self-sown seeds from the nicotiana of last summer starting to grow, a little too late, I'm afraid. So, come early spring next year, I must remember not to forget 'Only the Lonely' and plant some of its seeds indoors. This way, I will find it a better place to grow and watch its miniature chandeliers light up under the moonlight, maybe even catch a glimpse of a little fairy in the secret garden flitting here and there in the flowers of the 'Woodland Tobacco.'

'Where at dusk the dumb white nicotine awakes and utters her fragrance in a garden sleeping.' ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay