CATS CELEBRATING SPRING

No time for blogging, or paying my friends a visit nowadays. I'm fully occupied being the hostess of Miss Apron.
It's May and cat mating time in Norway. In nights the cats are holding a fireball of a party.
Mons, the winning male spends the day, protecting and admiring the Feline relaxing on the lamp post.

UNEVEN RUBY COMPETITION

My porcelain flower is 30 years old.I got it from a friend of my mother and have moved it with me around the town.Now it's covering a great widow facing east, and every time I remember to water it,I'm rewarded with bunches of pea sized blossoms, smelling like the costliest perfume.
Just now they are competing with the spring outside.
P.S.
I am afraid I still have major problems in explaining myself in readable English.
The porcelain flowers come from a living plant.
The plant is 30 years old. The flowers are fresh and photographed in macro. They have the size of a flat pea, and in the evenings they send out tiny scenting drops.

Emily Dickinson

A little madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown — Who ponders this tremendous scene — This whole Experiment of Green — As if it were his own!

Originated by MaryT, check hers for today