Clouds

You must not blame me if I talk to the clouds.

 Henry David Thoreau 

Molly

I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.

 Jean Cocteau

Molly is eighteen now, we thought we were going to lose her a few months ago but thankfully she rallied.

She loves birdwatching (and still goes out hunting!)

I think she is laughing at me (but it may have been a yawn!).

 Her usual calm, serene, affectionate manner

Philadelphus, Digitalis

I wake at peep of day

to a velvet summer in a cottage that sleeps 

framed in foxgloves under a blanket of roses.

Philadelphus