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Today is the first anniversary of my Favorite Thing I Have Ever Done: purchasing my home. Having moved from place to place more times than I can remember, I am indescribably relieved to finally have a place where I can put down some serious roots. (And after having spent most of this sunny March afternoon out in the garden, I can say with confidence that the roots are coming along just fine.)

A year has passed and I find myself marveling at the newfound feeling of not having to wonder whether or not I will be in the same place for another season. In honor of the epic year behind us, and the many years and adventures to come, I’d like to share some of my favorite domestic scenes from our first year in our forever home. Here’s to flowers and sunny windows and snowy scenery and foster babies and beautiful sunsets and stacks of books and a house full of love. My Castle, my Fortress of Solitude, my Bliss Station: I hope I get to haunt you forever.

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Sometimes, the best and only thing we can do for another being is not to let them live unloved.

Not to let them die unloved.

Found sick and wandering the streets of suburbia, Casanova came into my life just in time to give me the privilege of doing just that, for him.

I will never know his story, but I know that he spent his last months wrapped in love and warmth and sunshine.

And loving every minute of it.

I miss you, buddy.

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photo by Fatima Brown

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photo by Fatima Brown

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I.

She bleps.

I boop.

We both smile
with our eyes.

II.

The touch of a paw
Can bring my to my knees
In an instant
Begging
For another blessing.

III.

I open the door
and I gather you into my arms.

Your neck smells of brown leaves
gone up in smoke.

The morning frost
burns already
in your ears and nose
and thrills upon my cheek.

I kiss your feet
and taste
the last mown grasses
of the season.

The song of life
half-wild
and well-lived
throbs in your throat
and in my ears.

We see this world
and we love it
and live it
through the green
in our eyes.

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