The kitten belongs to my daughter’s friend. Playful little one.
For more posts with red, visit Ruby Tuesday:
Update with a poem:
KITTEN WITH BLUE COLLAR
Kitten with blue collar,
Kitten with no bell,
This I know, dear kitten,
This I know quite well:Though you are a kitten,
Soon you’ll be a cat,
Sulking and standoffish—
And, dear kit, that’s that!© 2010 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Robin of Around the Island will be posting the upcoming JPIX (Jewish Photo Bloggers Blog Carnival) on November 14. Please send in your JPIX submissions by November 11.
Robin wrote on a recent post in memory of RivkA, z”l (may her blessing be a memory): ‘One of the things RivkA used to say that always made me smile was how even though she wasn’t “a photography person” she loved looking at my photography.’ To learn more about RivkA, who died last week after a long battle with breast cancer, visit her blog Coffee and Chemo.
It is fun to watch and photograph the wandering peacocks at the Philadelphia Zoo. The sad part is they eat the fast food (fried chicken, french fries) that people leave behind on the ground. I can’t imagine this is very healthy for the peacocks.
For more shots straight out of the camera:
We visited the Butterfly Park in East Brunswick last Sunday. I was planning to post a Nature Notes about the park (didn’t happen! not enough hours or energy in a week); instead, I have material for next week’s Nature Notes.
Update on Friday: “Baruch Dayan HaEmet – Blessed is the True Judge.
This is the blessing said upon hearing the news of someone’s death.
About 11:10 AM this morning, RivkA passed away.
Funeral plans are in the process, and we’ll post them as soon as we know.
May RivkA’s family be comforted among the mourners of Zion and Jerusalem.”
One more update, a parsha thought on Hayye Sarah by Jeffrey Woolf: “Abraham came to Hevron to eulogize Sarah and to cry for her. The Rav זצ”ל used to emphasize that ordinarily the order is the reverse. First once cries. Only after time passes and perspective returns, can one eulogize the departed and evaluate who they were.
Sometimes, though, one is obligated to suppress one’s primal shriek of pain in order to tell the world just who the person was who has gone. That way, the Rav said, we try to involve as many people as possible in mourning the tragedy. Once the eulogy is achieved, we may all let ourselves go and cry out in pain.”
My compost heap: every now and then I do cover it with dirt.
Thursday Challenge theme is MESSY (Children, Rooms, Garage, Yard, Disorganized, Hair,…). Next week is CRAFTS (Supplies, Knitting, Crocheting, Woodworking, Pottery, Painting,…).