It snowed, heavy wet snow blue in the depths of the shoveled piles, on the border of freeze/melt.John shovels the sidewalk beneath the crabapple tree:
No picnics on the back deck
or in the garden
and the kitties stay in their heated boxes
while we come inside for hot chocolate and tea and watch it fall.
Hero watches us--Why do I have to stay out here? I would be sympathetic if, during her days as in indoor cat, she hadn't always been so eager to escape into the great outdoors.
Here is my favorite Christmas song of this year, by Annie Lennox:
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