also, it’s cactus time.
I could listen to Nick Cave tell me stories all night, or forever, or until the world ended.
What an odd day here at the Ranch, here inside me. Even Orangelina is behaving strangely, suddenly bonding with the western-facing gryphon.
She is getting ever so orange; her eyes and lips are spectacular. Soon she will be pregnant enough, and it will be hot enough, that she will be flat out on the wall, napping under the honeysuckle blossoms.
I’ll have to make something for Nick Cave, perhaps I could start here.