Saturday morning, an English Breakfast Tea latte, and a sunny spot for reading. I’m a few pages from completion of this book. Wouldn’t necessarily recommend as it’s only been mildly entertaining.
And read about the winter activities in places that have winter. I wonder if people still do this. And if any of them read this blog. And if they might need help this winter. I can be a very helpful person under the right circumstances.
Wyatt startled me out of my winter daydreams when he jumped up on the table in his dirt disguise. Cats couldn’t care a less about maple sugaring or riding through snowy fields in a horse-drawn carriage.
Not when there are squirrels to chase and grasshoppers to eat and lots and lots of dirt to roll in.