We've made it.
After a May that was
most of us would just as well forget about it, the first day of summer is upon us.
I knew for sure this morning when I came downstairs to find this little visitor sandwiched between my kitchen crank-out window and its screen.
I had to admire his determination. Our house sits on a hill, so that side of it is two stories high. He must have labored all night up the slippery siding to find a warm spot for the night.
Another sign of summer's arrival is the metamorphosis of our porch from winter mode to summer.
|Scary winter mode. Boots, kindling, etc, etc.|
|Blissful summer mode.|
One leg of a very happy Satchel.
A major cat coma brought on by a warm summer day, sunlight twinkling outside, and birds singing beyond the screens.
(Note the sheet to ward of the epic summer shedding of black fur.)