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July 16: Top Cat finishes mowing the front yard and he comes into the house and he says to me, “Did you see the cosmo growing in the old flower bed?”

That’s the cosmo, in front of the Cosmo-O-Meter

And I said, “Hmmm… I haven’t planted cosmo seeds in three years. If there’s a cosmo plant growing, this I gotta see.”

And I kept watch every week ever since then.

July 23:

July 30:

August 6:

August 13:

August 20:

And on August 27, the same day that my brave little cosmo bloomed her first flower, Hurricane Irene threatened to flatten my dear cosmo, so I had to dig her up and bring her inside to safety:

And I thought for sure that would be the end of the brave Cosmo of 2011. But the storm passed, I put my cosmo back out in the front yard, and she’s been blooming like crazy ever since.

And this is what she looks like today, Sept 23:

I usually try to steer my blog readers clear of any sappy life lessons, but in this case it’s kind of unavoidable.

Life is wonderful.

 

11 comments to News From Planet Earth.

  • Nadine

    Look at the ears! The cat is wondering what that sound is. Was that a camera click I just heard? Why is anyone taking a photo? There’s nothing to see here, just a cat taking a rest on this nice patch of grass. Maybe I hear a dog pawing at the door to get out. I wonder what’s got the dog so excited? Hey, is there a squirrel nearby?

  • WOW- that’s some cosmo! That’s such a cool story, how it sort of found its way into your yard. LOVE stuff like that!

  • Jacquelyn Hoag

    white cats with patches of black are the gatekeepers/guardians of the cosmos. Here you see such a cat on duty protecting the ancient goddess memorial in the background.

  • What is the “CAT” thinking? He is pondering where his darn lunch is, and why is it so late? Have them two big furry 4 legs devoured my lunch? And why is it I’m so tired? I thought I got a good nights sleep, after all, I had 6 and a half hours. I just love this comfortable mound of grass I found. Maybe I’ll make this my home, and when will my darn lunch get here, I have to have lunch before my afternoon snooze.

  • Sallyann

    Kitty is thinking “Hmmmm….. Poodle under glass.
    All is well and as it should be.”

  • Ah but I see a life lesson here. All progress must be measured with a bottle of wine.

    Cat: Look at those ribbons, really I’m embarrassed for them.

  • Tracey

    Cat: Gazing upon my furry presence is the high point of the day for these pathetic dogs.

  • JOAN

    The Cat is thinking: Ah, yes. Just as it should be: they worship me, so fitting for my royal status…Let them eat cake (Milk Bone)

  • Deborah

    The cat’s name is Violet, and she lived two houses up until a few months ago, when she and her people moved to Florida. She spent a lot of time in our yard, tantalizing and taunting the dogs, smelling the flowers, and catching snakes. She was not affectionate, even with her people (so they told me).

    The bow means there’d been a visit to the groomer that day (and I hadn’t cut them out yet: we’ve since gotten the groomer to stop putting them in)

  • Sally

    Vivian,
    I applaud your rewarding horticultural volunteerism! Cosmos are lovely things.
    By following a live-and-let-live policy in my own garden, I’ve become acquainted with some very worthy weeds, and re-incarnations of cultivated garden plants.
    Principle among these was a weed, aka wildflower, with with leaves of a wonderful delicate green color and bright orange roots (I did have to dislodge one of these fellas). A botanist friend told me, & didn’t even need to look at the plant to do so, that it was a celandine poppy, forever burning that green pottery color into my brain.
    Another little plant popped up one spring and looked interesting, so I let it develop into a gorgeous peony plant that I have long enjoyed. It had been at least a decade since anyone had had a peony in that site, I’m told by neighbors.
    I’ll soon be leaving this house and garden for an apartment and no more snow shoveling, but I hope I am leaving behind a rich legacy of perrenials an seedy annuals that is appreciated by the next gardener.

  • Nadine

    Deborah! Thank you so much for filling in the blank.

    I was positive that cat was male. Look at the jowls. But I’m totally charmed that her name is Violet. And that she’s not very affectionate. She is my kind of cat.

    Sooo, who are the poodles? My husband grew up with a standard poodle and tells me the sweetest stories about him and his dog. Poodles are smart. My husband’s dog would lead him through his paper route.

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