The Day that is Thor's
It's a hoarfrost morning! All the trees, branch, twig, needle and whatever leaves still cling, are frosted white in an atmosphere of fog and cold, cold air! It is 13F outside, and last night I left the heat on low and the sliding back door just wide enough open for a cat to come in. Zorro, in fact, visited around 3AM, waking the birds who wakened me. Zorro finds the birds way too interesting, as is hardly surprising! I came out when the bird-alarm went off, and Zorro was startled and ran back... Sign in to see full entry.