Yesterday, late morning, I decided to go into one of the gardens below our house to chill and hopefully get creative. Minutes later, I arrived at a somewhat hidden garden wall that I once had a romantic moment on with @clareartista .

Today, before lunch, I sat down in an abandoned garden that Clare and I take care of. I rested my back against a stone wall, facing the mountain view that gives me daily peace as well as a longing to go out there ( as mentioned in yesterday's write up ). Away from the city, into the wild.

They say… that a parp a day keeps the doctor awayNow this might work in April but what about May?Another question that’s being raised is:What about a single parp per week?Will that suffice?After all, you can hardly call that parping, can you? Two parps are the minimum required and even those don’t come close to a parp time job(by).

Yesterday, like the day before, I was drawing (parping) cats.What is going on in the world, both in plain sight and behind the scenes, is pretty grim. Creating (f)art and laughter helps. It's free medicine and actually healing.

After my last post about Hypersensitivosaurus, Mrs. Mosquito and a Wild Cat, a couple of you were wondering what would happen with what they thought was a drawing of Betty, that I had started that afternoon.I am referring to this sketch:

Hypersensitivosaurus was walking through the forest. It looked lush and seemed greener than ever before. He slashed away the parasitic plants, doing his utmost best to not cut off any asparagus stems, as it was their fruit, wild asparagus, that he was on the lookout for.