“Should we go to the water this morning, or down the trail?” This is our daily morning question.

To me, bunny jewelry should be adorable, just like the real thing.

One of my mom’s favorite dog stories had to do with a poodle. Mom loved all animals, and she collected her own observations like sea shells. When she told me this story the first time (yes, there were many others) she had a hard time getting through without laughing.

This is the time of year I see a lot of young squirrels
feeling their oats. How many times have I stopped to watch a couple of them
chasing each other around the oak tree? It’s not like their technique varies
that much; I just never seem to get tired of it!

While walking past the golf course this morning we were
greeted by a bird call familiar from my childhood. I don’t think I’ve heard a
bobwhite since I was a teenager living in Ohio.

I think flamingos are stunning. Of course they’re ungainly, but their color more than makes up for that.

Once in a while I catch a glimpse of a Spoonbill, a flamingo -
pink native bird related to the ibis, but with that unmistakable bill like a spatula
on the end. I’ve never seen more than two or three at a time, usually at a great
distance flying overhead or wading out in the bay.

I’ve been really enjoying my back yard these past several
weeks. The butterflies are back!

I have admired butterflies my whole life, and it’s only been
recently that I’ve taken up creating a butterfly of my own. Well, that’s
not entirely true because years ago I made a very detailed monarch in polymer
clay that nearly drove me crazy with all the miniscule white spots. It was a
short lived line of jewelry, much like the insect itself.

In the early era of cat domestication (somewhere in ancient Egypt)
cats were employed to protect the granaries from rodents. They were so
important to the economy of the time that they were deified and had a
cat-goddess created in their honor (Bast).

I’ve become complacent living with lizards.
When I was a young girl, I would’ve found that concept unbelievable. But strolling into a living terrarium (my own backyard) has become part of daily life.

The best, well-the only good thing about working late at night in my studio is the little gecko that stuffs his belly with bugs right in front of me.