To continue my recent string of Number-titled posts: 37. That's the temperature here. Coupled with pouring down rain and a stiff breeze. An ugly, ugly day. But hey, it's March. And March in N.C. is unpredictable, at best. A few days ago, 60 degrees, sunny and lovely. The spring flowers are coming out, too.
This is one of my favorites: Speedwell. It's a species of veronica.
Anyways, the weather is NOT like this today. Grim, chilly and wet. We've got the fire built in the fire-place and look forward to not going out. Maddie, though, is having sun-puddle withdrawal. How does she cope?
That's right. Sadly, she turns to drink. Straight moonshine in that glass (I'm sure it would be vodka if she were a Siberian Forest Cat). We've suggested counselling, but she's having none of it. She suggests getting the sun turned back on. When the rain stops and she's napping in the sun, I'm hiding the bottle.