It rains.
Gently.
Perfect weather for baking dinner rolls for Thanksgiving tomorrow.
I'm hoping the oven will take the chill off the house.
Outdoors there are a few plants who haven't gotten the memo about the coming of winter. Nasturtiums have sprouted from their own dropped seed this summer.
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They are flanked by Four O'clocks that have done the same thing. I dread the first frost. But for now, they make a cheerful if foolish spot in the back yard.
I'm waiting impatiently for Ben the new Sheltie to arrive. He is supposed to be here sometime after 3 this afternoon. I hear he likes cats....
(Let's hope that doesn't mean, ....in his food bowl.)
Sigh.
It never ends around here. . . Never.
Well, at least we have this memory.... Princess Piper and Fiona whooping it up one morning on our bed...
When Fiona Ruled The Roost