Charlie and his son, Chester, were inspired to pose on the kitchen ledge this morning. I suppose it is warmer up there.
You would think they had planned a routine of well-choreographed movements.
Charlie lounges at the edge of the wall, gazing at something only he can see--a knot in the wood perhaps? J. suggested a spider on the ceiling.
It warmed enough this afternoon that the icicles on the west porch roof began to drip. I was intrigued by this tiny pillar of ice standing in the snow with the pock marks of dripping water all around.
Pebbles has made many paths from her feeding area down to the neighbor's lot. The smaller hoof prints may belong to the deer who patrol the lots.
I took this shot at about 3:20 PM. Already the sun is sliding behind the foothills and a bank of cold clouds is moving in. Our son lives on the other side of this mountain range, another thousand feet in elevation. He phoned to say it has snowed nearly all day there.
In "my room" the sinking sun angles low under the porch roof and for a few moments glances in from the west high-lighting the plants in the north window.
The paperwhites have had a growth spurt. I can see two flower buds tucked deep in the green spears of the tallest plants on the right side of the container. The laggardly bulbs in the middle of the planter are content to sit there, alive and well but not shooting up like their companions.