When it stopped snowing, Lily summoned up her courage and decided not to let a little snow bother her. She stood at the morning room door, yelling “out! out! I’ve been confined too long!” And she can yell, let me tell you. A soft, soothing voice she does not have. So I opened the door, let her out, refilled my coffee cup and resumed sitting in my chair, looking out the window. Something funny about that tree.
The tree has developed a couple of odd growths. Strange, they’re Lily-colored growths.
Ahha! It is Lily. Up in the tree, looking down. At what?
The reason Lily is in the tree. It’s a game they play. Lily goes out, Shasta must follow. Lily runs, Shasta chases. Lily runs up tree. Shasta lingers, but only briefly. She gets bored easily.
Down she goes, game over. Let’s do something else. So Shasta followed Lily as she wandered about the yard, walking gingerly through the snow, checking out their world, their perimeters, to make sure there have been no interlopers.
That was then. Last night we got rain. Today there is only a little snow left and the rain continues, off and on. I have to look at the calender to remind myself it’s January.
And the animals all sleep in the warm, dry house.