When my people finally get up in the morning, the lady opens the upstairs blinds so I can take my morning sunshine. Lately, the weather has cooperated and she opens the window for me too. I sometimes glare at her when she doesn’t. Then again, I sometimes glare at her when she does too.
Ah, fresh spring air wafting up from the forest floor…or from all that cement, rock and water, it would seem. Still, I could sit here for hours sniffing the great smells on the air, watching the birds fly around and my favorites, the squirrels burying nuts all over the place and listening to the sounds of bubbling water and nature.
It’s not a bad view either, I guess, though needs about five acres, I say.