Posted by Loulou on May 8, 2014 | 2 comments

Hey, they DID get to Hampstead Heath… Boy, are these guys going to tell me some adventures or do I have to wait until BOTH of them get over sore throats and can talk again? Sure, sure a city is filled with bugs and it’s also filled with people and when people get bugs and manage to cough and sneeze all over everyone, then others get bugs. And...

Posted by Loulou on May 7, 2014 | 6 comments

Well, they are back. And these are the roses from mama’s garden that she cut immediately and put in a vase for her dear friend, Kate, who is no longer with us.  I loved that lady so much. She was our friend for so many years, or at least mama and papa knew her a very long time and from the time I knew her, she loved me back a lot.  I went to her...

Posted by Loulou on May 6, 2014 | 4 comments

Today I’m not writing much because one of our friends is suddenly in hospital in Modena with septic shock and I just can’t get it together to say anything other than that mama and papa and I are holding a vigil and sending white light to surround her and just thinking the best thoughts we can about our dear friend and hoping and praying that it...

Posted by Loulou on May 5, 2014 | 1 comment

Mama’s collection of gloves…in the tool shed, not on her hands! I don’t know if you have a little garden, dear readers, but I thrive in my tiny space where mama grows tomatoes, squash, basil, all sorts of food, and then flowers thrown in for beauty. My garden days are full of sun and sweetness, but this morning I heard mama muttering...

Posted by Loulou on May 4, 2014 | 2 comments

“Hold fast to dreams, for when dreams die, life is but a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.” Navajo saying Our neighbor, mama’s guru and good friend, has just come back from a class with Robert Moss, a man who loves to dream and takes it very seriously. His many books are inspiration for everyone who has dreamed or wishes to know more...

Posted by Loulou on May 3, 2014 | 2 comments

Well, they didn’t take me, but I hope it’s foggy where THEY are going. That’s the “they” of those anthros who feed and water me (haha, like catnip) and they have taken off, leaving me with THE NICEST LADY YOU CAN IMAGINE (hear that, mama?) who snuggles me and feeds me little tidbits and in gereral, APPRECIATES ME WHEN NO ONE...

Posted by Loulou on May 2, 2014 | 2 comments

You can print these guys out and color them!!! Hello, garden!!! That’s what I say each morning when papa lets me out to do whatever it is I do when I’m let out. Mama gets these big sacks of lovely dry paillis, straw to me, which she proceeds to spread around all of her plants and seedlings to keep the moisture in and to cut back on so much...

Posted by Loulou on May 1, 2014 | 2 comments

(This is not mama, but you get the picture, right?) Oh, boy, mama’s up there packing and she has SWORN not to take much because it’s that airline that pretty minimal and scoots around all over the place and she and papa haven’t been on it because it doesn’t go where they go most of the time and besides, they take that woo-woo...