The ice has melted.
The bulbs in the backyard are blooming....
as well as the rosemary by the drive.
Ralph and Pawlie are napping. Almost asleep:
Until the flash:
I love their identical expressions.
Guess who Pawlie Newman is named for?
Sugar Baby is sleeping in her favorite spot.
In the morning I spot the neighbor's geese and guineas venturing out into the yards.
Scrappy, Sugar Baby and Pawlie see them too.
It's difficult to sneak up on the geese with the cats tagging along but I manage a shot of these two goosestepping geese.
Altogether it's a good day.
2 comments:
I am so crazy pleased to find your blog, what a breath of fresh air for me housebound in my winter solace - your sense of humor shows so well, the way you love nature and to see how much your man loves you when he looks at you - well priceless - peace
Thanks, Rose. I used to want to live off the land like you are doing but it never happened. Maybe I will retire to the family farm one day though...
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