We're having the weirdest weather this winter. While the rest of the country has been getting clobbered with abnormal amounts of cold and snow, we've had the sunniest, driest winter I've ever experienced in my twenty-two years here in the Pacific Northwest. It's so strange to see so much blue, so little gray, and an absence of clouds.
I don't think I've ever had a cocktail on my deck in early March, but last night as the sun was sinking, we enjoyed a margarita OUTSIDE.
Of course the cats joined us on the deck. They've been loving this warmer weather too, and all of this awesome sunshine.
Both Wylla and Charlene looked to the sky and towards the chattering birds, and we all sat outside until the sun nearly disappeared.
It was glorious.
Oh, and this funny moment happened. I adore Wylla's cataloons, and, of course, the man behind the "mask".