It has been a rainy day here; perfect for putting up the Christmas tree. But did I do that? No. I did what I like doing best on a day like this ~ cleaning and moving stuff around. Even Sage, the fellow there beside me, now has a new place to hang. He does look happy, I think. :~)
As I have said here many times before, I love a rainy day. This is looking toward the east through the sewing room window. This is the only room in which there is a bit of Christmas beginning to show up. The little tree has been fluffed but there are no decorations yet. (Granny Marigold I got the idea of fluffing my tree from you! :~)
Millie and I took our usual walk over the hilltop trail this morning before the rain began. It was pretty much the "same old bench, same old squirrel, same old giant bowl of spaghetti,"* until ........... There he was watching us - he, the same black coyote that, I feel sure, terrorized us on that dark night trek over the hill that I wrote about in my last post.
I fumbled for my phone to try to get a picture, but by the time I pulled off my gloves and retrieved the phone from my coat pocket, he had disappeared into the woods. The wolves in this picture from a Google search do, in fact, look a lot like our coyote. I loved his dark thick coat and his just being there in all his majestic wildness. I so hope he can dodge those flying bullets for it is deer-hunting season here and many a hunter would like to bag this beauty.
I haven't done much water coloring in the journal lately, but I did finally finish the brick paver patio in the Shanty Garden. The final touch was definitely the addition of a heavy clay chiminea that I got for my birthday earlier this month. I can't wait for our first fire in it.
* A quote from the cartoon Oswald that I used to watch with my young grandson.