There was a pink card in with the mail yesterday.  A package, too big for my mailbox, was waiting at the post office.  That meant a trip into town.  My yarn order had arrived.

Winter has settled into the hills and we’ve begun to settle into winter.  It’s hard on the cats.  My little old Princess, Miss Abu, had enough sharing the house with the boys and by mid morning was itching to go outside. 

There is a hole, an entrance to a snow cave, the space that is under the deck, where the cats can stand on frozen, uncovered ground, and apparently, even a spot where they can roll in the dirt.  She tried, as we do everyday, to take a small walk to the barn and back.  Too much loose snow, she raced me back to the house and stood waiting by the door. 

By late in the day, we too needed a break.  I ordered pizza and we set out for good local draft beer and some company. 

need I say more?

The cats sense a difference in the air.  At seven they press themselves against the glass door and cry to go outdoors.  It has been warm and wet, a mix of rain, sleet and wet snow for days.  This morning is dry.  Change perhaps?