"Past 3 oclock, on a cold and frosty morning, past three o'clock, good morrow master all..." So says the old carol. Definitely past three am. More like 7:30 now ( No I haven't been wandering outside since 3am). But ocne 7an hits and the light starts to do this.......
I can hardly wait to find frozen sundials......Frozen to the wood seat.
Finding the pink in the mountains beyond.
Coming across Smokey, with his sleek charcoal fur poofed out as much as he can. Chasing birds. Looking pretty.
The ravens in the sky, on the tops of trees, calling and screaming to be heard.
And Spencer. Always sweet. Purring and snorting in his way, saying hello.
Bench, in the summer laden with potst of flowers, now slick and frosted with ice crystals. Can hardly wait to pile it up with more pots this year. I'm thinking maybe large pots full of sweet peas on stalks.....will have to think about that one.
And here he is: "Hellloooooooooooo" "Hellooooooooooooooooooooo" Anyone in there?
And Spencer in the first of the morning sun. On his place on the gate. Leaving frosty paw marks on the wood.
Yes, hello, we see you. Bo sees you. Smokey's mornng wakeup call.
And the deer at night, in the shroud of twilight. Eat seeds that I put out for the birds. They ae quite take. Come the nicer weather there will be no more seeds, and I will have to use the deer spray to keep them from my roses. But not now. It's cold and they like to finish up what the birds leave behind.
And on a cold day like this, granted it is not piled with snow like back east, our indoor cats get a treat. Catnip . To wallow and roll and dream of warm fires , cat kibble and belly pats in their sheltered existence......
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