I woke up to a yellow-orange glow in the bedroom, grabbed my camera and went out into the wet twilight and watched dawn pushing up the sun. Behind me in the western skies hung a whisper of a rainbow arcing over the trees.

Guildenstern posed nicely on the stump tonight. There is something about the stump that make the cats want to pose. I’m sure they think of it more as giving kitty speeches than posing. They would probably do the same if we had a soapbox in the middle of the garden.