... the birds were calling me, and I sneaked outside while all slept, after my morning Rosary. Pumpkin, the queen of our acreage cats, best hunter, calm, early-riser and beloved, was my sole companion. I had a hooded sweatshirt on as the temperature was in the low 40s, and the heavy dew soaked my garden shoes. The birds have been so happy, and their presence and songs are welcomed in my heart.
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garden is looking good!! and pet Pumpkin a bit for me!!
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