“Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer”
Nope. Don’t think so,Will. At least not at Casa de Canterbury on this Sunday morning which is one of the last Sundays we’ll be in our casa before moving across the three rivers. Snow was noiselessly falling when I woke up today, and I thought that was a particularly appropriate Mother Nature trick in March after the azaleas, dogwood trees, red bud trees and all the other glorious colors had already popped out for us to enjoy too early. Now I am afraid the colors have an unpredictable future which is something we have in common with them.
But this is a winter retrospective for Casa de Canterbury…brr…baby, it’s cold outside
Canterbury Road, January, 2014
Casa de Canterbury shivering
The Red Man never liked snow –
hated to get his paws wet
Slow never liked to get her feet wet, either
The Red Man ruled Casa de Canterbury…
…whenever it suited Paw Licker Annie –
she was the Queen
Chelsea just tried to find a place close to Red
And speaking of finding a place –
never good to be late to bed with Pretty
and four dogs ahead of you
Christmas at Casa de Canterbury, 2012
All is bright
Smokey Lonesome Ollie a bit disinterested in
Number One Son’s Christmas gifts
Paw Licker Annie found Christmas tiring
Pretty Too loved Christmas
But Pretty loved Christmas most of all
Stay tuned – one more – spring. Summer, autumn, winter, spring.
(Somebody should be packing instead of “retrospectiving.” Seriously. Who can spell Packing P-r-o-c-r-a-s-t-i-n-a-t-o-r…)
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