Well, Ed is walking with a lighter step today. I'd say a bounce, in fact. The world may crumble, markets may crash, clouds may throw out thunderous sparks, but, hey, one miracle at least has happened -- Dance, the semi feral cat and the power queen of the farmette brood came galloping home today.
It wasn't immediate. In the morning, I walked over to feed the cheepers and four cats...
I took in the beautiful sunshine and the clear blue skies, the Fall gardens, the crisp cold air...
And then I went upstairs to discuss animals and everything else with Ed and I glanced out the window and I saw her -- running down the road as if she were a speeding car. Straight to the porch, meowing, hungry, anxious.
Where had she been for the three, or was it four, days? We'll never know of course. Her sprinted return suggests to me that she was lost and eventually found her way home, but this is just a guess. I'd never seen her walking (let alone running) along the road before.
Cats are full of surprises.
Breakfast, on the porch, with Dance. It's cold (43F, or 6c, by late morning), but we feel we owe her this...
In the afternoon, I spend time with Snowdrop. Outside, distanced, masked. Except when she is eating fruits.
It is so windy! I use twenty rocks to hold down the blanket for her! Twenty! Still, today she doesn't need a sleeping bag. That sunshine! Oh, that sunshine!
I come home in the late afternoon. I glance at my Fitbit. My step count is way too low. Want to go for a walk??
We head out to our county park. The sky is a hazy blue now, but maybe this is a good backdrop to the bronzing landscape. Indeed, the muted light on the gently yellowing leaves is really pretty...
And calming. (Sending milkweed puffs into the air...)
Evening. In the quiet of the farmhouse, a visit with Primrose...
There was a lot of medical activity in various fronts in my family today. (None Covid related. Just life.) A lot to work through and take in. Only at a very, very late evening hour did Ed and I sit down to our Monday dinner of leftovers.
On the upside, the popcorn kernels arrived in the mail! Popcorn and the return of Dance. You take your grains of sweet pleasure wherever you can find them these days.
It wasn't immediate. In the morning, I walked over to feed the cheepers and four cats...
I took in the beautiful sunshine and the clear blue skies, the Fall gardens, the crisp cold air...
And then I went upstairs to discuss animals and everything else with Ed and I glanced out the window and I saw her -- running down the road as if she were a speeding car. Straight to the porch, meowing, hungry, anxious.
Where had she been for the three, or was it four, days? We'll never know of course. Her sprinted return suggests to me that she was lost and eventually found her way home, but this is just a guess. I'd never seen her walking (let alone running) along the road before.
Cats are full of surprises.
Breakfast, on the porch, with Dance. It's cold (43F, or 6c, by late morning), but we feel we owe her this...
In the afternoon, I spend time with Snowdrop. Outside, distanced, masked. Except when she is eating fruits.
It is so windy! I use twenty rocks to hold down the blanket for her! Twenty! Still, today she doesn't need a sleeping bag. That sunshine! Oh, that sunshine!
I come home in the late afternoon. I glance at my Fitbit. My step count is way too low. Want to go for a walk??
We head out to our county park. The sky is a hazy blue now, but maybe this is a good backdrop to the bronzing landscape. Indeed, the muted light on the gently yellowing leaves is really pretty...
And calming. (Sending milkweed puffs into the air...)
Evening. In the quiet of the farmhouse, a visit with Primrose...
There was a lot of medical activity in various fronts in my family today. (None Covid related. Just life.) A lot to work through and take in. Only at a very, very late evening hour did Ed and I sit down to our Monday dinner of leftovers.
On the upside, the popcorn kernels arrived in the mail! Popcorn and the return of Dance. You take your grains of sweet pleasure wherever you can find them these days.
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