So you want to be a bear cub…
Fresh from their morning stroll, Cal, Tal, and Nia studied Drawist’s three whimsical cat attempts from yesterday.
“Hmmm…” Calliope brought her nose close to each drawing. “Number one — baby wolf — let’s toss it. Not all practice is presentable.”
Thalia and Urania nodded their agreement.
“Number two — scaredy cat is passable as a greeting card if we can come up with a funny saying to go with it,” Cal continued.
Quick witted Thalia tossed out, “If cat’s could talk, they wouldn’t. Nan Porter.”
Nia grinned.
“And number three,” Cal picked up the watercolor tray, “… wants to be a bear cub.”
A word from Typist:
This morning I drank in the scent of lilacs, felt a cool breeze on my cheeks, tasted chewy toasted coconut, watched raindrops collide with and trickle down the window glass, and heard woof! woof! woof!
Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.
~Oscar Wilde
Flow with what feels right.
So you want to be a bear cub…
What a lovely bear cub🧸. Fresh day. Fresh look. Fresh perspective.
LILACS!!!! Oh how I miss them. I tried growing them down here but it is too hot for them. Once when my husband and I were driving from Minneapolis to Alanson, MI we got to see a mama bear and her cubs. We were crossing across Wisconsin. Mama was standing just off the road in the woods and her cubs were huddled on a downed tree limb near her. We didn't stop because they didn't seem to be waiting to cross. We didn't want to scare them. They had probably just crossed the road shortly before we got there. I believe it was also the trip I got to see my first Bald Eagle. Oh and last night the fireflies were out. I love seeing their little flashes as they fly around.