green eyed monsters

My fiction writing class met for the first time on Monday night, and one class was all it took to remind me how much I love and had missed being in a workshop setting. The professor is engaging and open, the students seem like an eclectic bunch, and I already have an idea for my first story. I've promised myself that I'll talk in class and debate the readings out loud instead of in my head, and so far I'm off to a good start. Not too shabby for the first class! I'm glad and grateful to be in a classroom again, to talk about words and writing with people who care about them the way that I do. It's refreshing, and it feels a bit like home.

Speaking of home, MaryT told me that today was green, and I was happy. Green is my very favorite color and it wasn't hard to find things to photograph in honor of it's lovely hue.

Granny Smith's, rocking out in the hanging basket and framed by the green walls in my kitchen.

A cactus in the greenhouse where Nathan does his thesis research.

Seamus, looking very handsome in his green collar.

I'm also including this photo so y'all can see his poor, sad looking paw, all wrapped up and healing nicely. He's been very upset about having to wear a bandage and has made no effort whatsoever to hide this fact. Seamus is not the type to suffer silently. He must have gotten that from Nathan. ;-)