Tuesday, December 31, 2019
The last night of the decade.
The weather cold but bright. Perfect grooming weather.
Sophie revels in the attention. I'd swear she was smiling in her sleep.
The hyacinth bulbs haven't taken the hint that it's time for them to bloom. At this rate they'll be be out in time for Valentines Day. This is also how long it may take for Angus to find the sporran he put away last year. He put it somewhere so obvious that he'd find it easily.
The large Mahonia down by the barn alive with fat, happy, loudly buzzing bees. That's a pretty good sign for the New Year ahead.
And here, sung as it should be sung, is a song for the last night of the decade. May it (and every night that follows) be one where the stars shine as brightly as the moon :
A Happy New Year to all from the residents of The Rickety Old Farmhouse.