Tomatoes grew as never before with the record heat the Pacific Northwest experienced. I planted Park’s Whoppers, the slicers, from seed. A friend gifted me organic tomato fertilizer for Mother’s Day, and I’m a believer. The brick collars I created help facilitate root growth on buried stems.
Our favorite Douglas Fir has blight. The Osprey in the lower left and the Blue Heron above don’t seem to mind while they scan the lake for fish. My Rose of Sharon bloomed more than ever.
Tomorrow we say a final goodbye to Cheeto, my son’s beloved, feisty, opinionated kitty. Told she was two in 2019 when she chose Neil as her champion, we’ve learned she’s most likely sixteen+ and previously lived in survival mode. Rest in peace little warrior.
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Multi-award winning author Sally Brandle weaves slow-burning romance into edgy suspense, motivating readers to trust their instincts. Growing up as a tomboy alongside brothers prepared her to work in a male-centric industry, raise sons, and create action packed stories featuring strong women. She thrives on creating unintentional heroines who conquer their vulnerabilities and partner with heroes to outwit cunning villains.
I am so sorry about the kitty. But I rejoice at the beautiful pictures you put in your post. Glad that the heat had some good things going for it.
Thank you. In a last act of grace, she passed in her sleep. Neil sat with her outside before he left for work at 3, and had told her it was okay to leave. I checked on her later and promised that we’d take care of her boy. She died sometime before midnight. All of us were saddened, but relieved. She was never more than 7 pounds, but a force that had the Shepherd, Healer and Spock giving her a wide berth. I admired her spunk. Wish we would’ve been her family from the start.
I, too, love Fall blooming. I’m so sorry about the Survivor Kitty!
Thank you. My birthday is Oct. 1st and Fall remains my favorite time. The 70s temps are refreshing. I can ride Lance and not feel guilty about short canters. Have a wonderful autumn…