In a rare break between deluges, Misu and I took a frolic around the yard, finding lots of green life in amongst the dead.  She’s a real fierce stalker.  She lies in wait and pounces on my feet.

Winter in TN is so ambiguous and shapeshifting.  You feel like you should be out gardening, instead of just hibernating, but it’s just a teaser.  Time-killing, not my favorite pastime.  I feel like a lichen on a dead log, just sitting here, breaking it down.