Thursday, February 28, 2019
The blues, and the light on the cat
But the light comes. I look for light. What else can you do, cry in the soup?
I also want warmth for Birdie. Especially since I can't open the barn doors for her, and she is still unable to rise. I have her in straw and her body is warm...but I felt yesterday she had the blues too.
We all do I think.
Spring will come.
We look for light and greet it, like when it falls on the back of little Oscar.