It’s snowing pink petals at my house.
The wind has blown most of the gorgeous cherry blossom petals off the tree and on to the sidewalk. It started earlier this week. A bit of wind. A touch of rain. Ok, a lot of rain and my trees are no longer the picture purrfect pink delight that they used to be.
From my bedroom window, I can see the tops of the trees. The part that you have to turn your neck and look straight up in the sky, to see. The blue jays visit there a lot. I have two that come almost every day. I have chickadees too. Lots of them. All sorts of them. I need to find that bird book that I bought a few years ago and find out what type of chickadees or other cute birds, they are.
It might be in the den or the bonus room or did I put it upstairs. It might take a bit of time to find it. So instead I might look it up on the computer. I bet they have all sorts of handy dandy websites that I can peek at for informative look e looing from my window. Which is what I do with my cats. I look almost as much or more than they do. I move my chair over and tell my cat, which ever cat got the coveted top of the scratching post, what a cute birdie is on the tree or eating or on the ground. It really is a good nature channel.
The other day, I decided to take a photo of the pink petals. My Siamese cat must have heard me and flew down the stairs. Just in time to sneak through the opening at the moment I opened the door. Out she went with me in shock. She must have heard me unlock the door and really … she flew down the stairs … as far as I knew she was sound a sleep on a box by the window upstairs.
After my shock wore off and my mouth closed, I walked over to her but pretended not to notice her cause that’s what you do if you want to get a cat back in the house. I walked a bit the other way and quickly tried to get her. Which I did, to my surprise. She was so busy eating her grass and being thrilled to be outside that I got her in at a very weak moment. I carried her bunny style with her back legs hanging into the house. She was still chewing on the grass. Now she was in shock cause she didn’t know how I got her.
So here are some photos … of the pink petals … not the cat … had to put the camera down to get her in the house. I’ll post a pic of her asking oh so politely to go outside.