Not pictured: the accurate representation of my Hobonichi Techo that Connor drew on my birthday card; the medium Colby and chicken from Halftime Pizza that was SO NOT A MEDIUM WTF that will be feeding us for the foreseeable future; and the awesome chocolate fudge brownie ice cream cake that will also be feeding us for the foreseeable future.
This was a good day.
‘Tis the season to bring fragrant cut flowers into my work space — especially ones that had fallen over or were otherwise hidden from view outside.
A family of mourning doves has taken up residence in one of the bushes by our front door.
Thankfully, Mama Dove is a scaredy bird, and isn’t at all aggressive like the family of robins that nested on the front light fixture several years back.
This buck, his doe, and what I assume were their three fawns decided to visit our Backyard Buffet this afternoon.
Before adopting Baxter, I’d never had a cat that would clamber up onto my shoulders. Come to think of it, none of my cats were really into being held or snuggled in general. Some were more of lap cats than others, and some were more tree-dwellers than bush-dwellers for sure, but Baxter is the first to combine his love of heights with his love of snuggles.