Sunset and Moon

Just took Kali outside. It was gorgeous. I don’t know if these pics will do it justice but I can only try to share this beauty.

In the east, the moon.

In the west, the leftovers of another great sunset.

One-Liner Wednesday

Black-bottom bears are vegetarians who need scarves all year round.

 

That was the one line I felt I would tease with. Trying to play with Linda G Hill and her Wednesday fun.

Now for the rest of the story. Boring one? I ran out of the raspberry mohair-ish yarn. No labels on most of the donated yarn so I don’t know how much I have or what it is made of. So I found some black yarn that seemed to go okay.

But the story in my head goes like this:

“Please type this for me.” Whispered the Raspberry Bear.

“Okay,” I said fingers readied to transpose.

“I am Raz.” That’s what my mother called me. But I am sure somebody will soon give me another name. I am a black-bottomed bear. Don’t ever mistake us for Black Bears. They have long claws and can be dangerous.” Raz shutters.

“When we are born, we spend most of our time in the raspberry bushes. We love raspberries, well and other berries. We come in a variety of shades of berry colors and stay that way until we are grown. Then for some reason, our bottoms and legs grow black. Do you think it is due to climbing mulberry trees?”

“Why don’t your noses and mouths become black?” I asked.

“Well,” Raz starts. “Since we only eat veggies, we eat many different leaves and fruits. So maybe it just rubs off?” Raz starts to shiver.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I’m cold.”

“But it is 73 degrees!” I say.

“We are vegetarians, we black-bottomed bears. We tend to need more warmth and a lot of love.”

I got busy with my knitting and donned Raz with a scarf. I hope it tides her over until someone adopts her. Here are a couple shots for Raz to model her new scarf.

 

Raz wants to thank Scarlett Royal for helping her come into being.