I love sitting in my director’s chair feeding all the creatures that come to greet me. Especially on the weekend with no hustle and bustle of the school kids going off on the buses. One by one to pick them up. The garbage collector doesn’t run either so those horrid sounds are not missed. Coffee in hand, it is a beautiful Sunday morning.
The sky an azure pastel as it starts to brighten up the day.
It is so interesting watching the cats so amused and yet fearful to step even an inch out the front door which I am thankful for.
It is quite in the apartment.
I can still hear frogs and crickets from the bedroom window.
The summer heat of the day has begun.
The Iguana was missing this morning.