Apparently, if you are me - pretty tacky. Here is my feral friend Claude. I really like Claude. We've had to take our time getting to know each other because Claude has been hurt in previous relationships. I know this because the end of his tail is gone and what is left has been broken in several spots.
Anyway, as I said, I really like Claude, and even though there is no way he would consent to come into the house (even if Chloe and Jack would let him), I don't want him to suffer in the cold.
So behind those shutters in front of my sewing room window I have contrived a snug little spot for him. The front has to be open. Confinement issues. But it is dry and sheltered and he seems to be content with it.
I know this because I can see him down there.
See that nice indentation? That is Claude's spot. I see him there often when it is cold and wet out there. It makes me happy. And if I am tacky (which we all know I am) it is my back yard and no one else needs to see it. Mr. Muddling is fine with it and he's the only one who could tell me no. I love that about him!
On the other side of the back yard, the fig tree has lost a lot of its leaves. Miss Ru told me today that it looks and feels more like fall here today than winter. Technically, it is not winter yet. Not until December 22. But this is Houston. Houston weather plays by its own rules.
The Angel's Trumpet was hit pretty hard by the last cold snap. I thought the top of it had died, but some of the flowers surprised me and came back to life in another bout of glorious bloom. Now that's a happy surprise!
I have the little snowman on the counter in the kitchen encouraging us to drink more water.
So many things to do and so little time left in which to get them done. Guess I'd better get cracking! Hope your preparations are all going well.
Hugs and kisses,
Edited to add: Is anyone else having trouble with blogger? Half the time I'm having to reload pages to see the pictures and commenting is really a challenge. I've tried. Honestly.