Woody, our cat, is pretty sure it's spring. He has been in and out most of the day. We're happy he doesn't bring critters inside for us this time of the year. You see, to catch a squirrel or a mole he'd need to get into the snow, and he isn't foolish. So he goes outside and sits in the driveway, watching the trickles of water running between bare patches on the hardtop (he's very interested in running water) or he'll stare intently at some imagined movement off in the distance. Sometimes he'll sit on the deck, tail lashing, whiskers twitching, where he can see the squirrels running back and forth to the crabapple tree and lilac. That makes him very nervous so he doesn't stick to it long. He comes and raps at the back door for either Fred me to let him in. Sometimes he stays only a few minutes before he's ready to go outside again, so we spend quite a bit of time opening doors for him. I should explain that we taught him to rap at the door when he first came to live with us. I tied a sap spout to a piece of string and hung it on the door knob. He bats the spout and it knocks on the door. If nobody responds right away, he keeps batting the spout or tugs at the string if he's balancing on the railing - either way, it makes quite a racket. We're happy that this time of the year he doesn't bring little creatures in for us to see, though.
I had an e-mail from Jennifer Cowles, a summertime Joe's Ponder. Here's what she wrote:
Jane,
How wonderful it was to see those pictures of Joe’s Pond. We have no snow here in
I have attached a couple of photos for you, as you can see I live on a small pond out here as well!
Jenn Cowles
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