In my backyard in Mesa, Arizona, in 2008, I fell in love with three fuzzy blessings.
Owning an adorable bunny naturally compels one to take a lot of pictures. No more is this true than when Easter/Spring arrives.
I have no shame. I answered the call.
My fuzzy inspiration is now 7 years old. That’s a whole lot of mischief managed. You can blame all of my snarky cat characters on him.
Love ya, furball.
I took the youngest kiddo out to the Salt River today to see the result of the water releases from Granite Reef Dam. We saw hummingbirds, bees, cormorants, and burrowing owls. And water, lots of water.
Warning: This isn’t one of my typical feel-good posts. I debated not posting it at all, to be honest, because it seems so different from my usual message of “Be true to yourself and just keep moving forward.”
That’s not to say this post is irrelevant. It’s very relevant to me and others who share similar experiences. It’s a part of who I am as much as the happy-go-lucky stuff is.
I need to share this. Why? Well, because it’s something that… Well, let’s just say it’s eating at me.
I grew up in a small town in North Texas and I can honestly say that there are some aspects of living in the big city that make me long for a grassy front yard and a strong old tree to climb. Daily glare from the black top can put me in a somber mood at times. Yet, Phoenix is no ordinary city; it’s several cities. Living in Laveen has certainly satisfied my need to be closer to simpler, natural aspects of life. I can remember attending the community parade near the old Greenville courthouse as a child; one in particular with my Pa Pa (Grandpa), mother, and sisters. The parade was fun to watch but what sticks out in my mind is wandering the downtown area, my Pa Pa carrying my little sister on his shoulders and just being in the pure and beautiful day. Such precious moments bring a few tears to my eyes. I really do miss that sweet man.
I’ve always had pets. My upbringing would not have been complete without the four cats and one dog that graced my younger days. Their kindness, love, and quiet reserve taught me stillness and respect for all creatures. My husband also spent much of his childhood with a menagerie of animals: cats, rabbits, mice, rats, fish, and dogs. So, it’s no surprise that our home together also includes furry family members. Michael and I have cared for a total of 15 creatures in our 12 years together. We currently cohabitate with six cats and one rabbit. Among these wild things, we have added two wild children. Yes, you read that right, there are 11 beings in our household and only two of them can take care of themselves.
Okay, one of them. I seem to take care of everyone.