Best days of the Spring...
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Jean Cocteau les amis des Chats and June is Adopt a Cat Month
- We are visiting our local shelter this week end! Mioouwwww to you all
June is American Humane's Adopt-A-Cat Month
GIVE A SHELTER CAT A STARRING ROLE IN YOUR LIFE!
Approximately 4 million cats end up in shelters every year, including thousands born every spring and summer during “kitten season.” To help promote adoptions of these fun, affectionate animals, American Humane celebrates Adopt-A-Cat Month each June.
Local shelters are brimming with cats of every breed, age and personality just waiting for a loving home. Whether you prefer young and frisky or mature and mellow, you’re sure to find the perfect cat companion during Adopt-A-Cat Month!
Adopting a cat from your local shelter will enrich your world in so many different ways:
- Cats will keep you entertained with their playful antics.
- Cats are very affectionate and love to cuddle with you.
- Having a cat can reduce your blood pressure and prevent heart disease.
- Cats are very clean -- they bathe themselves!
- Cats are independent and can be left alone while you are at work.
- Cats do not need to be housebroken -- using the litter box comes naturally to them.
- Cats do not need a lot of space. They are perfect pets for apartments and smaller homes.
- Cats get plenty of exercise living indoors. Just 15 minutes of playtime each day will satisfy a cat.
- Taking care of a cat can help teach children responsibility and humane values.
- Approximately 4 million homeless cats end up in animal shelters every year in the United States. By adopting, you’ll be saving a life.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
June Birds
IllustrationCollage©2010Yanka-Babetteandfriends
There is a great activity going around at the farm. Starlings, warblers have taken over. We have observed three active nests with very noisy chicks and their very busy moms. We decided not to use certain doors as to not startle them. When they will start their flying "lessons" as they may walk or fall on porches I must make sure our doggie's predator instinct will be under observation :) At night frogs, early morning mallards, more frogs and jays and who knows what else are croaking and brooaaaking and hisss hisssing and prussss pruss and chickk chikking..
Don't you just love their sound? We are blessed, those who can hear, however, with one ear or little. Early morning when I am between dreams and waking these creature's calls are Vivaldi to my ears....
Saturday, May 23, 2009
JUGGLER
Illustration©2010BabetteandfriendsJUGGLER
A poem by Richard Wilbur
A ball will bounce; but less and less. It's not
A light-hearted thing, resents its own resilience.
Falling is what it loves, and the earth falls
So in our hearts from brilliance,
Settles and is forgot.
It takes a sky-blue juggler with five red balls
To shake our gravity up. Whee, in the air
The balls roll around, wheel on his wheeling hands,
Learning the ways of lightness, alter to spheres
Grazing his finger ends,
Cling to their courses there,
Swinging a small heaven about his ears.
But a heaven is easier made of nothing at all
Than the earth regained, and still and sole within
The spin of worlds, with a gesture sure and noble
He reels that heaven in,
Landing it ball by ball,
And trades it all for a broom, a plate, a table.
Oh, on his toe the table is turning, the broom's
Balancing up on his nose, and the plate whirls
On the tip of the broom! Damn, what a show, we cry:
The boys stamp, and the girls
Shriek, and the drum booms
And all come down, and he bows and says good-bye.
If the juggler is tired now, if the broom stands
In the dust again, if the table starts to drop
Through the daily dark again, and though the plate
Lies flat on the table top,
For him we batter our hands
Who has won for once over the world's weight.
| A ball will bounce; but less and less. It's not A light-hearted thing, resents its own resilience. Falling is what it loves, and the earth falls So in our hearts from brilliance, Settles and is forgot. It takes a sky-blue juggler with five red balls To shake our gravity up. Whee, in the air The balls roll around, wheel on his wheeling hands, Learning the ways of lightness, alter to spheres Grazing his finger ends, Cling to their courses there, Swinging a small heaven about his ears. But a heaven is easier made of nothing at all Than the earth regained, and still and sole within The spin of worlds, with a gesture sure and noble He reels that heaven in, Landing it ball by ball, And trades it all for a broom, a plate, a table. Oh, on his toe the table is turning, the broom's Balancing up on his nose, and the plate whirls On the tip of the broom! Damn, what a show, we cry: The boys stamp, and the girls Shriek, and the drum booms And all come down, and he bows and says good-bye. If the juggler is tired now, if the broom stands In the dust again, if the table starts to drop Through the daily dark again, and though the plate Lies flat on the table top, For him we batter our hands Who has won for once over the world's weight. |
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Babette loves Horses
I created a new Bfabric Equine collection, a line of fabrics with blues and oranges with complementing small and large patterns. I used my horse drawing above for this line. I think it turned out quite lovely! View the entire Bfabric collection here.
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