|Yes…it is really, really, REALLY and intentionally this red!|
Here are the promised shots of the front-door redo…and for Robin, a shot of the Christmas tree and a few decorations.
|Scotch pine, 9-plus feet, with droopy star.|
Not the always easiest line to keep.
Is it possible to be having a good time while being frantically exhausted?
The week's real news was a beaver in the Cottage Pool the other morning. A rare treat. I spotted it swimming along the bank, just beyond the stone steps leading down to the water's edge. It's the first beaver I've seen hereabouts in months.
I'd taken Moon out for her morning constitutional just after dawn, and while she did her business, ambled over to look at the river. The beaver was practically at my feet, and didn't seem too concerned—just gave me rather speculative look, and doubtless decided I posed no threat, given my early-morning dishevelment and the desperate clutch I had on my coffee mug, as if I were still barely a sip away from falling asleep on my feet.
|My favorite ornament.|
Beavers are apparently wise critters…