There’s something to be said about your child outgrowing you – I just don’t have the words.

But I’ll try.

I’m ‘house sitting’ right now and the first night had my son saying, “It’s too quiet”

Missing my presence.

Yeah.  😦 He’s starting to ‘adult’ and it was only one day until he was used to the ‘quiet’.

I miss him so much right now and miss Butters and miss home.

I feel as if I’m amongst ghosts.  Not the dead – but what used to happen in this home.

Breakfast, for both family and pets.

Upkeep of the two tiered home – and the outside garden.

My mum is the epitome of a ‘stay at home mum’ with no equal.  She keeps things going.  Not just the home, not just the animals, but the outdoors and all her amazing ideas.   And I’m sitting here, writing,  seeing much of her work dead.

I thought her garden was on auto water  timing.

THAT killed me when I finally saw her garden in daylight.

I want to soak everything “BRING IT BACK!!!!” Of course, that isn’t possible.

What have I learned.

Well … Other than the fact that I carry my sons heart …

Feral cat #1 has the most beautiful eyes.  DEEP green around the pupil and a lighter shade of green around that.

The photo doesn’t capture that – but, I’ve paid enough attention.

I paid THAT much attention.   I see beauty in what is around me.

My ‘bed’ lol. I can’t sleep in any bed here – I grabbed a quilt from the guest room – but the residents took it up.

Photo of the ONLY time Plucky wasn’t on my chest or in my nostrils.  Not a cage – she was sitting under a stool.

Meesh. AKA: Sissy.  And I know mum misses her and I know it’s reciprocated.   THAT reunion, I’d love to be a fly on the wall for.

And – Tiny.  Tiny Dancer

I had a moment with her

Also tonight, I spoke to my ex-fiancée and lept into a VERY cold pool. Then took the most amazing shower, ^_^ ?

So I’m clean, adventurous, feeling handy here … And minty fresh lol.