We've had a week of sun, which has encouraged the croci and other early spring bloomers like this primrose. Sun, at this time of year, means frosty nights. It is very pretty just before sunrise, and then there is a magical hour or so as the shady bits hang on to the frost and then are outnumbered by wet sunlit bits. While I was checking out the primrose, Harriet was on the other side of the yard, licking melted frost off the grass.
She decided to join me.
And Oz, who'd been hanging out on the roof of our neighbour's shed, decided to get in on the action too. He hates to miss a party. He picked his way along the fence, yelling, and then jumped down to join the fun.
Then both cats decided that was enough hanging around in the shade, and indeed, even the sunny, wet grass was not entirely to their liking. They made a beeline for the driveway...
...where we all stopped to admire the snowdrops.
Aaaaaawwww, tiger!
2 comments:
Love the "parade of cats" heading to the snowdrops pic. momm
The parade is good--and seemingly peaceful. Nice sunshine on the grass too.
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