Warming

It was a perfectly lovely day, warm and bright with enough breeze to dry all the laundry beautifully. J and I went outside to sow her sunflower seeds, and found Casper lounging on a pile of netting I had removed from what was until recently a brassica bed and was waiting to be cleaned and stored. He stretched, rolled from side to side, curled and arched, his fur blissfully warmed by the sun, and we were utterly absorbed watching him.