Thursday morning, outside early to work in the garden.
Lowering skies, kittens in a wild and wooly frame of mind.
Nellie in the sweet gum tree.
Nellie walks as far out on a branch as he can go, then teeters before carefully reversing.
Bobby is intent on sub-terranean scrabblings in a mole's run.
Nellie watches, ready to lend a helpful paw.
Nellie climbs for a better look at the bees and discovers the deep cleft in the trunk of the pear tree.
Nellie climbs higher to inspect the hovering bees--but the mist of rain is turning into a drizzle.
I trudge back up the slope, calling cats, who decide that perhaps its time to go inside, find a soft clean bedspread--the better to dry one's feet, my dear!