Saturday, November 28, 2015
The Thanksgiving feast produced that over-stuffed feeling.
There were only eight of us but we had enough to feed twenty or so . . .
And after these two pictures, I put the camera down . . .
It was a lot like this cute little guy . . .
As they say around here, " I can hide me some Bloodymarysandcheesecurdsandremouladedipandlentil
almondbrittleandtangerineandcranberrysorbetandcoffeeandport . . .
It was quite a feast.
Friday, November 27, 2015
The moon rose on the 23rd around 6:30 while the last rays of the sun were gilding the mountain tops.
The sky was swept with pastel skeins of clouds.
Two nights later, the moon rose around 7. . .
An entirely different look and feel . . .
This is the Hunters Moon -- so named by the first peoples. This was the time for hunting, while the game was fat from the abundant food of summer and autumn.
Many thanks for all the Thanksgiving wishes -- I'll be around to blog visit soon after I recover from yesterday's excess.
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Monday, November 23, 2015
Someone asked if Willa plays with Bob and Layla.
The answer is no.
She's not comfortable with Layla's size and roughness.
Anyway, she'd rather be hunting.
Not that she's ever caught any, at least as far as I know.
But they keep a girl's nose busy with their sneaky little tunnels all over the place.
Did I hear someone ask about the kittehs?
This is what the kittehs do, at least during most of the day, this and watch birdies through the window.
At night they rampage through the house,
doing secret kitteh stuff