Witchi-Tai-To

The smell of manure is in the air and the new Kousa dogwood
is glowing in the twilight like a white paper lantern. The first
rhododendron bloom, just starting to open, looks like a hot-pink

flamenco dancer's skirt that's peeking out of a garment bag just a little too small to contain all the ruffles.

Fiona has a new friend, a small all-black cat with a tiny white
throat triangle. Comes to see her, jumps up on the deck box and looks through the window while Fi stares down from the loft inside.
Hmm, come to think of it, the orange cat from across the street
hasn't been around in a little while. Coincidence?