There are worse ways of spending a cold Sunday afternoon.
Not bad
It looks cold
But the sun is warm on my face, and a flock of starlings is twittering madly away in the trees nearby.
Love note
The colour is much nicer than this photo portrays.
WTF?
When Keith washes his shop clothes.
Cozy
Owl
It’s a cat’s life
I am envious of Max’s ability to just revel in the sunshine.
That ain’t right
Off to KW because I had to get out of the house; not even to Flesherton before all the lights went on and my speedometer stopped working.
So I went home and took Keith’s car.
The Bay
What I was doing when…
…I had the AHA! moment on how to finish the novel.