Archive for July, 2017

Lammastide Landscape

On the eve of Lammas in 2017 I painted this watercolor landscape with seasonal images of migrating birds, foliage and water in hues of late summer as the sunrise greets the day of the much anticipated eclipse coming later in the month.


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Here is a follow up on establishing White Cat Appreciation Month! Sent by Susan F. A lovely lady from the poetry club.

Subject: RE: Templeton’s White Cat Manifesto

“Marvelous! I was one of the Ladies in Waiting for my girlfriend, Elena, as we prepared for a family reception for the fiancé of their daughter’s family arriving from England. Snowball, the white, blue-eyed kitty,  was grooming herself in preparation for the family dinner, as we peeled, chopped, drank wine, and nervously chattered. You see, daughter, Rachel, had fallen into commitment with the son of an Irish aristocrat, studying to be a pilot at Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University. Sean’s family was arriving for a week of festivities prior to THE wedding! Thomas, the Father-of the Bride, had picked them up at the airport, and delivered them to a car rental depot. He was unusually subdued this evening, watching ESPN, as he waited for the show to begin.

The doorbell rang, and it was as if a fire alarm had sounded. Instinctively, we smoothed our dresses and hair. Elena looked at me for approval, and I nodded, as I took her apron. Finally! The years of watching “Upstairs Downstairs” on PBS with my mother was going to pay off! Tom opened the door, and polite exchanges were expressed. Snowball had taken her place in the living room picture window, and looked as charming as she could, blue eyes checking out every detail for her family. Everything was going perfectly so far, except when Elena ushered the family into the sparkling living room. “Oh my God! A Ghost Cat! “ screamed the strange lady from across the sea. The Yanks, shocked by the outburst, nervously exchanged glances in wonderment. I scanned the room for renegade spirits. “There! There! “ pointing at Snowball who was frozen in fright. “It’s a bad omen, for sure!” “Our Snowball? She’s a member of the family.” “ Get her out of here! Too much bad luck!” Sister ran to the rescue of Snowball, and removed her to the bedroom, soothing her dander.” “Here, Mother, sit down and have this drink.”

The marriage lasted two years.

Snowball tried to warn them. She nestled into Rachel’s new husband’s lap the minute he sat down on the couch!”




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A Tale of Cats

Templeton’s White Cat Manifesto
As told to Dikki-Jo Mullen

“Meow! Oh no. On the calendar it is again
August 17, Black Cat Appreciation Day
The thought makes me leap to fend
Off those so quick to agree and say
Those confounded black felines deserve
A whole holiday
I, Templeton, proclaim and implore
A celebration of white cats
Whose merits are so very much more
Than that of all the black cats who claw my door.
Meowing in protest it is said and done,
White Cat Appreciation Month is a point well won.
Of a hundred random felines throughout the land,
Thirty three of black there will be
Twenty two of grey will follow in their band
Next another forty three, felines all of marmalade, tiger stripe and calico
Overwhelming the neighborhood together these ninety eight cats will go.
At last the lone white cats number only two and wander,
As none will their love and attention squander
On the most beautiful and brilliant of all, barely
Two percent of kittens are born purely white
And we are never honored with an Appreciation Day or even a Night.
A whole month we surely should have
It is time. Proclaim White Cat Appreciation Month
With cream, tuna and treats would be sublime.”
(The story is that August 17 has been designated as Black Cat Appreciation Day, an annual holiday honoring Black Cats. The history refers to a lady who loved black cats having this day established in tribute after her passing by her brother. Templeton doesn’t buy it. Of all the cats born 22% are grey, 33% are black, 43% are tiger stripe, orange and calico, while only 2% are pure white.)

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Wonderful horse a race
Shadow swept
From daily pace
Prancing deep self
Promises not kept
By Dikki-Jo
(This original water color and poem reflect thoughts on a grey and quiet Sunday. The background is meant to suggest the ordinary, mundane and familiar, while the horse is the secret inner psyche racing through a colorful and imaginative framed landscape of secret dreams.)

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Faerie Tree At Sunset

By Dikki-Jo
Water color with black sumi ink. Shadows of evening gather observed by the fey ones. Eagerly they point to other dimensions, This mysterious landscape blends the past, present and future and the sun sets.

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