Cold rain today. Even the birds were quiet, except for a crow bouncing up and down on on the bare maple tree, rasping at the world.
Sparky the cat ventured out on the balcony, staying on the part that's sheltered except for a quick pounce to check out the fuzzy ball she carried out there last night. Surprise - it was wet. She came back inside, to observe the world from her cat tree.
Yesterday I took advantage of the only sun we've had for days, and transplanted a few primroses. All the ordinary colors were gone - gathered into prepared planters at the nursery. What remained is these odd-colored blossoms - which I now think I quite like, especially in terra-cotta pots.
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