Monday, March 24, 2014

My sweet cat Angel died in her sleep last night at the age of 16 from thankfully swift complications from rapid onset diabetes that appeared 2 months ago. She was a truly sweet cat. I got her as a tiny kitten from a cardboard box from a teen girl looking for homes for the litter in front of my King Sooper's grocery store in Denver in summer 1998.Her grave is marked by the edible leaf white mulberry that Josh Jamison gave me a number of months ago that I could never decide where to plant. So her passing has become a part of the radical revamp of the formerly squalid south bed that was ruined largely by my experiment of letting Muscovy ducks live in there seasonally. With a quite wet week forecast I also planted along the fence line 'Sunscraper' sunflower seeds and, as a LONG shot, a clump of seedling the the perennial Maximillian Sunflower that THRIVES in Colorado. I planted a clump of seedlings of yellow passionfruit by the west fence. I planted the odd white sweet potato from Publix in a very large kiddie pool garden by the Jamaican Cherry tree. I planted "Fife Creek" okra seeds in two large container gardens in the east bed as this summer I will grow MUCH more of this amazing heirloom variety that bears pods that remain tender at 11 inches in length.


  1. John, I'm so sorry that your Angel has passed away. I know she will be close by watching over you.
    Here is a poem...

    Do not stand at my grave and weep
    I am not there. I do not sleep.
    I am a thousand winds that blow.
    I am the diamond glints on snow.
    I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
    I am the gentle autumn rain.
    When you awaken in the morning’s hush
    I am the swift uplifting rush
    Of quiet birds in circled flight.
    I am the soft stars that shine at night.
    Do not stand at my grave and cry;
    I am not there. I did not die.

    Mary Elizabeth Frye 1932

  2. Lovely, thank you, made me tear up!