It is another grey November day with a hefty sprinkle of white thrown in for good measure.
Snow fell the other evening and it has remained cold, so the landscape is still like winter.
Sunlight is gently kissing the white peaks of the mountains as the sun slowly climbs above the trees on the eastern horizon.
Clouds are striated against the backdrop of the Purcell Range across the lake.
Ice is beginning to form in thin patches over the black of the water.
I am at home.
The children have gone to school.
George is at work.
Now and then the guinea pig pokes her head above her cage to see what I am doing - curious little thing, our Henrietta is!
Murphy, the "burr" dog is curled on the matt by the door. She spent the other day frolicking in a twenty-acre field of brambles and nettles...
Scat the cat is sprawled, blissful, on his back - warm in front of the fire.
Spoons and Chicken Nugget, the goldfish, are swimming...
The day begins.
Sounds like you live in a beautiful place.
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