Kissing the Treetops Goodnight

[lavendertook]

The treetops, together with their reflection in the lake, look like fiery lips, the setting sun kissing the tops of the trees goodnight. We're looking from the southwest corner of the lake back toward the stone landings. That red ball in the middle is the sugar maple I showed you a few entries before. It don't need no stinking sun touching it to shine brightly. I only wish we had some blue sky in this shot.



Here we're looking eastward back to where we started. In the far center is that little peninsula with the bench at the end that I showed you weeks ago.


I like that the little bit of blue sky here functions as an edging in this pic. If you rotate the pic one turn counterclockwise, the trees, together with their reflection, look like a chalice of flame.

In other news, or in news period, or what counts as news in my lil life, for the last couple of months, I've been feeding evening treats to a couple of stray pair-bonded sister cats living in the garage by the metro where I park for work every day, and the braver of the two, the beautiful calico with a mesmerizing stare, made first contact with me today by lightly sniffing my fingers before I put down her treats. The rescue worker who has been feeding them regularly for the last couple of years, who I met last week (I left her my number in a note I put under their feeding bowl), calls her Ostra. Her sister, Bridget, is a lovely, fluffy, long-haired, muted tortie.

I've been hunting the thrift shops to find a dog shelter to put out for them in the brush between the garage and the train tracks, but no luck scoring one thus far. I suspect the pair sleep in the sewers, and no matter what nice padding I put in a plastic shelter, what place they've probably found to curl up in the sewer is probably warmer for them still in winter, as it is cooler in summer. The rescue worker has given them shelters in the past, but placed them on garage grounds where they have been discarded by garage workers, so we both think the brush is a better location to try. I'll keep looking around in case the girls might like to use one. The nights have gotten cold this week.

Comments

[leaflet.livejournal.com]

Beautiful! I love the 'chalice of flame' imagery.

[lavendertook.livejournal.com]

Thank you! (-:

[romeny.livejournal.com]

It's always sad to see stray pets; they live such a harsh life. You must want to take them all in.

[lavendertook.livejournal.com]

I do, and these 2 are gorgeous, but I couldn't possibly in my one bedroom with my 3 already. And they're feral, so it isn't a matter of just finding them a home, but finding someone patient and able to accept cats who may never want to be pet. I'm sitting with them a little each day while they eat to see if they are socializable--they may be.

[claudia603.livejournal.com]

oh man, it's so hard to see cats or dogs out in the world like that. :( In Trinidad, they were rampant in the streets and it broke my heart!

[lavendertook.livejournal.com]

These at least do have a dependable feeder who will probably be around for their lifetime, so they're pretty well set spring through fall. It's the cold days that are hard--today is cold. They're rarely ever around in the morning, but they were there this morning, so I could give them treats--I think they out taking warmth from the newly parked cars.

[shirebound]

Ohhh, strays in the winter break my heart. Thank you for feeding them and doing what you can. First contact! :)

[lavendertook.livejournal.com]

Yeah, today is cold. *hugs* First contact with me, that is. Their relationship with their rescue feeder is interesting--they're lucky to have her.

[mechtild.livejournal.com]

Amazingly perfect reflections! Lucky the cats are a pair, making sleeping so much more snug in their outdoor life.

[lavendertook.livejournal.com]

Yes, they're so pair-bonded. Two kinds of reflections in this post. (-: