Los gatos están en las camas.
Aqui.
Who? What? Ahhhhhh!
Oh, it's just you.
Y aqui.
On the bed in the back room, with both futons piled, more pillows, princes&pea-like, Moby barely flicks an ear. Mummbles, "I like it in here. It's private."
A little later, I go in to close the door, since we have the heat on, and he's gone. I check under the old bed, and see two green glowing eyes.
"You want to be under there?"
He walks toward me, "naw, not really."
"You can stay there if you want, but it'll be warmer out there."
Walks past, "Yeah, yeah, I'm done anyway."
Yesterday, at this time, 68˚F, sunny, hot even, digging outside.
Today. 44˚F, rain, chance of snow. Fierce winds through the night, rain, thunder.
Less pollen, though. The elm seeds went right through the netting. First year, I had no idea it would happen. Second year I had no idea when it would paper the garden. This year, timed it perfectly, but my solution failed. Next year, a finer mesh. My garden is on the infinity plan, however many years it takes. The lemon balm is spreading nicely, sunflowers coming up well, everything else holding off on declaring.
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We're due for a huge temperature drop tomorrow night ... am keeping an eye on things for the new ale's sake ... may have to switch on the heat one more time! Anything for the ale.
Love it. Just what a cat would say, though here, with a Scottish accent.
I also love your gardening love. It's so wonderful, making things grow. I'm so happy that you've got your house and are enjoying it.
Rou,
It's 29˚F this morning. Glad I didn't put away all my sweaters.
Isabelle,
Moby has a Boston accent.
Reached 22C here today, going back to 2C by tomorrow evening with 2-4cm's of snow anticipated, after rain more or less solid since 5PM today all the way to the snow tomorrow. The flood plains in regions close to me are going to have flooding. I do not live in a flood plain.
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