The last two afternoons, I’ve been outside with three-year-old Ella. She plays in the tree or with the cats, and talks and talks to herself. I love to hear that sweet talk. I worked on the yellow vest. It is about six inches long. That doesn’t sound like much, except that it includes the back and the fronts, worked back and forth on a circular needle.
In one of my December posts, I wrote about three young raccoons, who were trying to eat the frozen broth in the cats’ bowls, in the middle of the night. They were making such a racket. I caught one on film. Here he is.