Actually, it started last night. Being a light sleeper, I was twice awakened by rain drops falling on my head. I think it may possibly be as restful as sleep to lie in the darkness and listen to the falling rain. One of these days I need to get a tin roof.
I think the two calico cats must be Mom and Daughter. They look so much alike. Hang out together. Mom always lets the kid eat first. Beautiful creatures. Fearful. They need to learn from Homesteader. After I fed her a couple of times, she followed me around whenever I came outside. And gave me a piece of her mind, of course. That hasn't changed. Bossy.
What a luscious day to sit on the green throne at the top of the hill. Way too warm for winter. I'd like some cold please--and snow. But I can't complain about today. In quietness will be your strength. I should be the strongest man in the world. Sigh. Reality, reality, reality. I'm just an old man who likes quietness. Shhhh.
The blue pincushion flower that wouldn't quit blooming must have drawn attention to itself. Something ate most of it. Beware of the danger of showing off.
The home of the red polka dots is getting deeper and deeper. They certainly love the rain and the warmth. I think 150 may have been a little low when it comes to the pond dwellers. They apparently don't take a break from schooling.
A possum can run pretty fast when it's being pursued by an old man with a shovel.
Pileated woodpeckers like the feeders in the trees. Shy things for being so monstrous.
Another day at The Acres. God certainly knows how to spoil His children.
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