if you spend time in local garden centers/nurseries, you’re liable to encounter greenhouse cats! they serve a similar purpose as barn cats, catching rodents and pests that can harm the plants, but mostly they just bask in the sunny warmth of the greenhouse. this is morris, the cat at my greenhouse. (-: he’s old as bones but is the sweetest boy. when i’m lucky, he accompanies me as i care for the plants.
Today I soaked up sunshine while gardening, and my sweet angel baby cat Peanut hung out with me (aka she played with and chewed on the catnip plant and then went and took a nap in the rosemary)
a few weeks ago i made my cat a comfy ledge next to the window..he hangs out there for hours watching squirrels and us gardening. he loves it so much and i love him so much
i’ve been really into not googling something i don’t need to know the answer to immediately and just wondering about it instead. you’d be surprised how many answers you can find in yourself!!
this is my shell collection. my mom use to collected them too. she filled our home with sea glass and clam shells— something i regretfully regarded as tacky when i was teenager. i spent my childhood by the ocean but we moved to a landlocked state when i was 10. i thought her collections were born of an inability to let go of the past, something i now understand as a means to preserve the connection to it— a gentle reminder. four years ago she started forgetting things. small things at first, the name of my highschool best friend or where she’d left her keys. eventually, she began to forget my tattoos and how to read. her world is full of gentle reminders now— we do everything we can to help her not forget. the collections help, serving as tangible memory links. i think my own collection was born out of this. i’ll surround her with iridescent mementos if i have to; i want her to remember. collections aren’t frivolous. sometimes, their meanings are revealed to you as they grow.
