SAID THE CAT: U Name It

Weather Report: Pick up the mess the wind made.

Early morning wind driven plastic containers and aluminum cans were audibly kiting and bouncing down the cul de sac to be funneled between Marge's and Neighbor George's dwellings and scattered over the lawn, into the trees, pond, and shrubbery, then on into the back where the old barn stands. Accompanied by all manner of unnatural debris escaping from the Monday morning trash pickup, the wind powered through the light switches into the living room. The windows, thankfully, are doubled-paned and snug.

It blew on into Tuesday lessening as the day went along. Pat and I swung by the farm to see one-day old "U", Jasmine's sweet little girl kid born on that windy Monday. Here is a look at Baby U that Wendy sent and hour or so later.

U's first hops...

And today from Wendy...

U is awaiting a decision on a name. Where does the letter U fit in, you ask? It all started with A and B. Wendy hoped her (then much younger) sons wouldn't get too attached to the baby goats since they'd not all remain to adulthood on the property--being excellent milking strains of goat-dom, the babies likely would go to other owners. So, she decided it was best not to name them and simply assign a letter of the alphabet to decrease emotional attachments. So, the first kids born on the property were A and B. Alas, the boys named them April and Beatrice. Now we are on the letter U. "U", hmmm. Not so many names. Maybe Wendy is making a list. All family texts were about U. Here a smattering...

Unique, Uniqua, Uma, Uhura, Unami (a nearby creek), User-friendly, Upsie-Daisy, Miss Universe...

I lost track.

A little more of the goat entertainment we all love...

First look, sent from John. U in her little sweater.

One day old, when Pat & I were there.

A week later, first day outdoors.

Lotsa love going around there.

From the Arts Desk: A pleasure to ride the train into the city to see and hear Aidan performing with his cello in a beautiful PYO concert, once again at the Kimmel Center. For almost six years running, the experience to see and hear either he or his brother making music, never fails to achieve some inner, acute, highwater mark on my psyche. When it's in Philadelphia, the city coming into view; the train shared with others; the sense of many who've come and gone here before; the city life, those forlornly seated on the pavement to the grandeur of fine venues; the beautiful music reminding me of virtues inside us all, inside me. And I am part of it.

Tuning up.

Taking bows.

Spring break brought Keoni home for a week. He and Aidan joined me for a breakfast at Stella's...

Stella's is on the next corner down in Sellersville.

One of Keoni's friends saw this in a Macon, GA, window and sent it.

Weather Report: Did I mention snow? That it snowed? Cold? Freezing? Snow?

From the last several days...

5:15 a.m. out my window.

From the porch.

George moving snow to get one of the family's cars out. His snow-blower broke, so Pat and I had considerably more snow-removal to increase our exercise programs.

Later in the morning, I got my pony Subaru dug out. Pat and I take turns each week to park in the driveway since there's almost no parking for the 18 dwellings on this tiny cul de sac. This time it was my week out on the adjoining street.

Now that I mentioned snow, there's more to see from Carol and Janie, in Tucson...

My favorite snow-angel!

A week after the Tucson snowfall there is grass. Carol reports that there has not been anything but dirt here in this spot for the last 32 years.

The true meaning of Spring Mix.

The snow went away in Tucson and Gloria sent greetings from the Butterfly Garden at Tucson's Botanical Garden...

Gloria.

But it wasn't all about the weather in Tucson. Paula has shared her latest that she posted on Twitter as she follows her artistic endeavors...

There is plenty more of her work and that of others to see on this Twitter site she began awhile back as you may recall. It's become a wonderful collection of Sonoran Desert images and inspiration from her brain-child. Sonoran Sketchers

And Marge has already been experiencing Spring in Charleston, S. C....