From My Window

The moss gives way to leaves and new birds seem to arrive every day - we have been tracking the calls and colors as they arrive - so has our cat, I mean, it's a window to us, but to her, it's a cat TV. She howls and growls and yammers away as birds come and go on their merry way. It's wouldn't do to let her out.

Oh, we just love it when the sun and rain come down together. Eryn is amazed, her memories are of dry surrounds and occasional storms, now we have constant changes in light, even if there is no beach. I've never lived far from a beach, help.