Miss Kate. Inside, at the window, just up from a nap and sleepy-faced -- and decidedly tired of all this house-bound stuff. I think the little feral one is saying, "I'm a cat, by george! I should be roaming the wilds! Let me the heck out!"
She also perches in the narrow space between the curtain panel on the bedroom door and the glass -- soaking up the heat.
The fence that James built. The man is darn handy, what can I say?
Darling Saylor rounding the corner:
And, the acacia in the front courtyard -- a few weeks ago when it was in bloom with blazing yellow. So pretty.