"I Don't Say Scat Anymore"

I've never seen this cat before nor have I seen a cat in my front yard for years. I am not cat friendly. They are too quick to take advantage of you. 5-31-2019 Perryton, TX

 

Well, can you believe it, a cat likes my roses too. I took this picture through the window or I couldn't have gotten it otherwise. Cats know I don't allow them hanging around my house. I have had too many baby kittens born under my shed, and think this is their home. I finally was able to make them understand that they were not wanted here. I know that sounds mean, but I cannot manage a yard full of cats. I do like cats, but I want someone else to own them. I have no house pets, because I don't want to be tied down with them. My birds are enough company for me. They are no trouble, and always sing when I sit out. Sometimes they call each other, but I can't understand bird talk. I love to watch them eat bugs, and seeds from my front lawn. Most of the time they can find water there also. I have two bird houses hanging in a tree, and hopefully they will move in soon.

We did get another ½ inch of rain last night, but the yard man called and said he could mow this evening. We are thankful for all the rain we have had this spring. The yard is much prettier than when we water it from the hose. It's hard to keep the cars clean, but that's alright. The air is fresh, and the breeze is wonderful, even with the sun shinning. A lot of people are taking advantage of the cool weather, and are out walking. My area of residence is great for walkers so it stays busy most of the time. Also there are a lot of joggers, and people walking their dogs. I can see the sun rise almost from the ground, and see it set almost to the ground from my house. I see jets crisscrossing across the skies all day long when the weather is good. How fortunate we are to be blessed with this location. I pray it will remain that way for a long time yet.

I have started back to painting. I was recessed from it for almost a year, but am in full force now. Sometimes it takes a special person to regain our interest. That person has appeared, and I am happy to be back to smelling turpentine, and wearing paint spotted cloths. I don't need to put out scented candles because they do not trump the turpentine. I have no place to paint but in my house. As long as I'm contented what difference does it make? Right now I am finding it hard to wait for the paint to dry a bit so I can keep the brush going. My brain also tells me I need to rest it before I keep going. My art instructor taught me to do these things, but I still like to do things my way. I wish I could still have him around to get me through some of the problems I have. He has been deceased for many years. A great instructor he was. He had been an art teacher in college. I never learned all the problems that he assigned us, because it would have taken too long so he let us paint by using what we did learn. What he taught me, and what I taught myself has gotten me by for many years. It's fun, and is great pastime.

God Bless

Myrtle Jean Sharp