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My cat has been bringing me leaves for three years. Not mice or birds like cats usually do, just leaves. She'll meow loudly until I acknowledge the leaf, then walk away satisfied. Started doing this when she was about two years old. I've tried researching it but can't find any explanation. My vet said some cats just have quirks. She's very particular about the leaves too - only certain shapes and sizes. Won't bring just any leaf. Has to meet her standards apparently. I have a collection of them in a drawer because I feel guilty throwing away her gifts. My husband thinks I'm ridiculous but he also says thank you to the cat when she brings them, so he's just as bad. She brought me a really nice oak leaf this morning, very symmetrical. I put it with the others.
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Never burden yourself by looking far ahead. Always live one day at a time.
If you can do this, you will live like children, birds, and flowers. For them each day is a lifetime.
Every day unfolds new joy, new hope, even if every day may have brought you new shadows and new nightfall.
Every day you may have broken down in guilt and failure. Every day may have shown you your helplessness a thousandfold.
Yet each new day brings new sun, new air, and new grace.
Eberhard Arnold
Kate retweeted
#ThickTrunkTuesday #Bradgateparktrees οΏΌ
βIn nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and theyβre still beautiful.βΒ
β Alice Walker
Kate retweeted
βI see you everywhere, in the stars,
in the river, to me youβre everything
that exists.β
β Virginia Woolf βNight and Dayβ
βOf all trees, I most love the oak in early summer. The leaves change colour as they open, so that the colour of the tree changes from day to day. Some produce a green that is very close to being luminous yellow, almost dazzling.β ~C.R.Milne
Kate retweeted
i think we should all be kinder to each other and also all watch star trek together. yippee
The sun coming out and spring arriving makes you feel good because you are a creature, not a machine. You have more in common with grass and tides than with a device in your hand. You move in rhythm with the sun and the moon, not on demand like AI. You are a creature.













































