My nap extended longer than I wished but I feel more refreshed and am enjoying the beauty of some deck time with four delightful companions.
The 74-degree temperature is just right; there’s just enough breeze for comfort but with little disturbance to the wind chimes; the cottonwood fluffs occasionally drift past my writing area to remind me to not forget the beauty surrounding me.
Erma brought out Baby and placed her in the sun, along with the rest of The Quartet. “Erma, is Baby going to get too hot in the sun?”
Erma looked at me, then Baby. Erma wagged her tail, picked up Baby, and moved it into the shade.
On with my writing and my day.