One of Mardigan.
He’s a special kitty. Like a dish rag, he’ll go limp and flop onto your shoulder. He lets you touch and play with his paws, rub his belly, and nuzzle into your neck. He’s never hissed or growled at anything. Ever.
Travel | Beaches | Mountains | Hiking
Musings from the Mountains
The latest book reviews and book news
the ramblings of a perambulent and often distracted sojourner
What occurs to me now I have time to think.
An exploration of what I see in the world around me
Stories that began in the heart of the South African lowveld.
Cooking is personalization.
Ebbing away my monotony, a pen gives me joy.
Take a break and just read
Loves the 4-6-3 and the Serial Comma.
Thoughts, Stories and Photography by Nancy Janiga
“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.” — Maya Angelou
A garden for birds, bees, bats, flowers, fruit and beauty!
Writer * Reader * Observer
Poems of the seen and unseen — listening for the Earth’s quiet voice through time, place, and soul.
The daily life of an addict in recovery
always hope new things up
Books by author Diana Coombes
The INFJ PhD 
Love that first photo of him!
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