Journal entry by Eve Ilsen — 34 minutes ago
I'm becoming acquainted with the plants I acquired yesterday.
The decorative ones are transplanted to containers outside on the shelf by the kitchen windows.
The veggies have gone out for an hour or two, and have come back in for the night.
The cat does not know what to make of it all.
She does know how to make her wishes known: if she is hungry early in the morning, she leaps onto the bed and walks up the midline of my sleeping body, crouches on my chest, stares at my face close-up and issues an operatic reveille-meow. After her breakfast, she jumps onto Zalman's recliner chair by the kitchen and stares at me, meowing until I come sit; then she climbs onto my lap and purrs.
She wants to go outside. But betwen the cars in front and the critters occasionally in back (skunk, bobcat, fox, raccoon, bear) I don't let her. I'm sure that life is more interesting outside; and it would also surely be shorter. I wish the "animal communicator" channel were really open in me, so that I could both hear detail, and talk back. We do indeed communicate---but only on the most basic level, missing a lot of interesting detail.
Walking by Viele Lake early this evening I saw the first hatchlings of the season: proud Canada goose parents protecting three yellow bits of fluff as they navigate life outside the egg.
Zalman, z'l, used to love coming down there and counting the Spring's new batch of goslings. One year he counted forty-two.
It's a good job, paying attention to/recording every year's new life .
Wishing us all deep Spring dreams; mrowr.