Saturday, February 8, 2025

Caturday Afternoon

It was a lovely afternoon for a walk.
Always find it funny when I spot felines and fowl in close proximity to each other.  
Looking down and spied words on the ground.  Picked up a crushed and rusted bottle cap that my son said is from a Calypso drink.  Can't say I've ever had one, but I looked the company up and they advertise their flavored lemonades as "vacation in a bottle".
 Irks me to no end to find a small patch of pretty that's been spoiled by litter.  Even just a little distracts from the view as far as I'm concerned and there are trashcans provided, so of course I picked it up and took it to the nearest, very nearby, trashcan.
Brilliant yellow against a bright blue sky -- a beautiful sight.
Rosie and her tiny little fangs wish you a lovely Caturday.

5 comments:

  1. I don't understand the need to litter either. When I see litter flying out of car windows, you can probably see steam coming out of my ears! :-)
    Look at those tiny fangs. They can probably feel like needles if she wants them to.
    Blessings,
    Betsy

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  2. Pretty Rosie! And pretty flowers. Do you know what the shrub with the little yellow pompoms is called? The deep yellow is so striking on the leafless branches.

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  3. Litter comes in many different shapes and sizes, doesn't it? One of the things I love about our complex is the daily upkeep and maintenance of our grounds. So seldom do we ever see a bit of trash. Maybe the kids at the playground might drop a candy wrapper. The stark contrast of the blue sky and yellow flower is stunning. I would take a vacation in a bottle, but I don't think I would fit!! HAHA

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  4. PS Kitty was in the balcony chair again last night.

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  5. What a lack of respect to where you are when you litter!!! The acacia is gorgeous!

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