Franklin, Our Mr. Bright Eyes
Franklin is here to present more – not the last – of our autumn pictures; these are from October and November of the year we won’t mention. We’re done with it but the trees outdid themselves, know nothing of calendars, and I feel “meh” about winter. So here comes part of the recent color parade, and Franklin has consented to an uneasy alliance with Shelley to bring these to y’all. The Kittens pics will be back later; “Phsssst to kittens” says Frank.
Trees sprinkled leaves slowly and capriciously but the creek still did astonishing work.
I love the festive, colorful lights of December but I didn’t get many pics of those so these will have to do . . .
The trees helped:
Hey, we found a lump of coal washed up on the creek bank! LOL what could this mean, so close to Christmas!?
Stay tuned for the photos from late November to early December, they are even weirder than these are!
And do check out my MUSE Award winning book, Catwoods, where words paint the stories of the (so-called) domesticated cats who have always lived with us in this forest, and other settings. Purchase of the book will help us care for Franklin, some ferals, and our adult Kittens. (Franklin: “Phsssssst to The Kittens!” Me: “Oh hush Frank, you know you’ll always be top cat.” Franklin: “Ya got that right!”)
To find the book click on the cover at the upper right or go to the “Order the Catwoods Book Online” page, link under the banner above.