IN WHICH Mojo Reveals Yet ANOTHER Lifelong Grudge....

forsythiaMojo likes various plants and trees as well as the sundry little beasties and critters of the world, and indeed life in the spring is marked by the coming and the passing of the various spring flowers. First come the crocuses--croaki?--followed by daffodils and hyacinths. The first BIG thing to bloom (well, okay, maple trees tend to bloom first, but that's not as marvelous to see) is the bright yellow forsythia bushes. When I was a child I always thought they were "for Cynthia" bushes and, not knowing a Cynthia at the time, I wondered why this Cynthia girl got all the attention and there were no "for Mojo" bushes around. But that is not my grudge. Oh, no.

After the forsythia has its moment, it's time for the various apple and crab apple trees--Mojo lives in an area where there are acres and acres of fruit tree orchards, and just about everyone nowadays has some form of flowering crab as part of their landscaping. AND some lucky people have the most magnificent magnolia trees, which come out around the same time around here. More Mojo!>>

Mom's (Almost) Naked Cat Parade!

Mom's Stuffed Cats!

Okay, so Mojo is going to try to make this brief since it'll be the last Craptacular auction until she gets back from vacation. So if this is somewhat slap-dash, it's because Mojo doesn't really care. Mentally she is already swinging in a hammock somewhere. Of course there are those who argue that mentally she is always somewhere else anyway, somewhere that doesn't require intellect beyond tying one's shoes (and even then it's the cheater's way that Mojo learned, by making two loops and tying them together instead of making the one loop and wrapping things around somehow. Mojo never learned how to do it THAT way). More Mojo!>>

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