If it looks like a Saturday and it feels like a Saturday then surely it must be Saturday. I can’t help but notice the days seem to be just flying by why it seems that it was Saturday just a very short time ago but no, another week is past and we draw closer to the days of winter.
Well I guess we better not dwell on that lest it comes even sooner. For today it is still late autumn and a fine day.
Kitty was at the door when I looked out this morning and so I went out to feed her and Murphy waited somewhat patiently while Kitty ate. So I shared a bowl of cereal and some toast with her. Murphy likes people food far better than doggie food.
Looking out at the feedingstation I see the ground is bare and the blue barrel is naked as the trees around here. Normally there is a yellow covering on the barrel and the ground from the scattered corn and seeds but the hungry creatures have even erased that. Oh well we will straighten that out once we get this little blog done.
In my effort to do just tat how about I put in our little quote for today………
So now my friends I can say thanks for being there and visiting my blog and You are welcome to come on back tomorrow for more Goodoldbeanblogging!!!!!
2 comments:
Yes the days just flies by! They will continue to do so till february when times usually stops totally :-) :-) By then I long so for spring that it seems to take for ever before it arrives :-)
It has rained here all day, even if the weather forecast says it shouldn´t :-) :-)
Have a great day now!
Christer.
I like the background of the quote....that's kind of cool. I got to see kitty bean squatter up close and personal tonight. She did not seem wild to me at all. As you came out to feed her and were talking to her, she knew you and she knew your voice immediately Woody. She had a silent cry just like domestic cats do...I watched her mouth moving...so cute. I still hate to see her outside in the cold. Breaks my heart. You call her a ferrel?...or something like that....I think she's a domestic cat that got abandoned.
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