Wind Chimes
Molly is having a lovely time in the backyard. I love watching her raise her nose to the air and follow unseen whiffs of cat-loving delight. It makes you think how little we human bi-peds use senses other than the obvious to take in the full range of our surrounds. Or how often is more to the point. It’s blustery outside, Himself (the Macadamia Nut) tree is having possibly his worst bad hair day since I moved to the ‘sham. The wind is like a wet tea towel flicked at his back in jest or... Sign in to see full entry.