The first picture is wild grapes in blossom in the woods on our property. Those bright yellow flowers will be deep purple grapes in about August. They make exellent jelly, being too tart to eat fresh. They'll turn your face inside out from the tartness!
Next is a sad picture, Steven salvaging parts off our old Cherokee. It's in Barbara's driveway in Kalispell, having died there with right around 295,000 miles on it. It's so rusted out underneath that there's not much metal left for the springs to hold onto. And when Steven took off the back bumper the mounts were so rusted they were about to fall off! The usable parts will be for the black Cherokee we're driving now, the one that belonged to my Dad when he died last year.
The yellow cat is one of Barbara and Victor's cats. Remind anyone of "Figaro"? Figaro belonged to my Mom and Dad. Now my sister belongs to her. (Yes, I meant to write it that way! I think those cats have her wrapped around their finger, er, I mean, paws!)
Don't want our kitten to feel left out. There she is stretched out on the recliner in the living room. HER chair, of course!
And in the last picture she's laying next to my leg on the couch playing with my hand and chewing on my thumb.
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