Drippy

One room running, and did we ever make it run. Surgeon on fire! Figuratively. Got through three hip scopes and a knee in short order. Leaving us time to enjoy sun and warm air, everything melting away. The roof pouring, leaving a mess of ice and the litter I used for grit. Photos refuse to show the drippage. Cat took the opportunity to walk out himself.



Well, I just followed him as he wandered, checked out the remaining snow.




And poked around the wild corner, that will have strawberry plants next summer. Right now, it has a bit of detritus, including the old door. Sticks from the trees and hedge that will form frames for peas and tomatoes.



The world outside is draining.