Grace was out wandering around on the mountain yesterday and took these pictures. We've walked this path dozens of times, through the changing seasons and through all kinds of weather, but have never had the pleasure of seeing the path lined with wild field daisies as it is now. This wonderful, beckoning daisy border continued on for at least a quarter of a mile like this, she said. I'm going up today to experience this natural wonder for myself. That is, if the sky doesn't open up and pour cats and dogs. But even then, I may just don a parka and grab my umbrella. If I waited for the rain to stop or the weather to cooperate, I'd never get out of the house!
Anyway, for the past forty-five minutes, I've been sitting at my desk writing. From time to time, I've looked up to see a small wild hare streak across the lawn followed by one of the neighborhood cats in playful pursuit. There are several cats out and about today, giddy it seems, aroused by birdsong, sunshine and shadow, and the heady scent of springtime in the air. I watch them as they lie in wait in the tall grass that borders the creek. Suddenly one will pounce and the chase begins. Usually nothing much ever comes of it. More of a game of "cat and mouse" as these felines are well-fed and somewhat lazy, having spent most of the winter months lounging in front of wood stoves and coiled in cozy corners.
The rabbits, on the other hand, are much quicker and alert and know all the best hiding places.
