Yesterday morning, I suddenly got the urge to take a picture of myself coming and going, so to speak… well, at least, the impressions of my feet coming and going.At this point, winter is showing no sign of ending… and the snow keeps on coming… and, sometimes, it glitters beneath the sunlight or the moonlight […]
This is how Smokey likes to relax, on his back, paws over his eyes, and on a seat that a human would like to occupy.Smokey is some cat. He stares at you until you uncross your legs, move your crocheting or your book, and give him a clear lap so that he can jump up.
It’s five degrees outside, too cold for humans or, at least, this human. I went outside briefly, just to get my dad’s Wall Street Journal. The snow crunched loudly under my boots, and the cold wind bit into my face.I have already forgotten what the groundhog said, but, today, spring seems very far away.So… my
