i'm not sure what the wind chill is
don't think i really want to know.
Spike and i are content to sit here
on this side of the window
Even the firey red of the willow stems
doesn't look all that warm today
as the wind keeps up its steady moaning through the trees.
The ground is hard as stone.
So was the water in the heated bird bath this morning.
it has been moved to a spot in the sunshine
and the old storm windows are now propped up against the shed wall
to make a "sun room" for our neighborhood barn cats.
The old ginger cat that likes to curl up in the leaves that collect under it
seems to be enjoying it.
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