It’s been so warm the cats are back napping on the porch and sleeping in the woodshed.
I took my first walk in the woods with Fate and Zinnia in weeks but stayed on my neighbor’s path. Hunting season is over, but it’s just the right weather for the ticks to be active.
Tomorrow it’s supposed to snow, so the cats will be back in the basement and I might be snowshoeing in the woods.
I’ve accepted that this is the way things are now. 50 degrees one day and snow the next. It seems to be more the norm than an anomaly.
