One of the songs from the musical, “Oklahoma”, is running through my mind this morning–“Oh, what a beautiful morning, oh, what a beautiful day…”
The sun is brilliant in a blue sky–this despite the fact that there is more snow on the way–and the driveway looks treacherous. We are “iced in”, I think, the kitties, Bernice and I. And that’s okay, because all I want to do today is write.
A happy-birthday shout out to the Canadian Wrangler, Larry. (I won’t say how old he is.) January is a heavy birthday month in our outfit–my sister Pam, cousin and trail boss Mary Ann, her husband Larry, my mother and my brother all celebrate within a few days of each other.
The wild turkeys have been passing through, and I’ve spotted coyote tracks on my walks with Bernice, but our moose visitor has not been back. (I like seeing him from a disance.)
Off to write. Have a good day.