I read the roof across the street and knew we’d had a hard frost. My houseplants had been safely inside for days, so I could just enjoy the brisk air.

I had not read the street with its evidence that Logan and his nephews, Sufi and Pico, had left their marks. In the past, I envied Linda’s posts on street art in her area. There were drawings of professional quality (see here). I’m so happy we have some art of our own now.

Even though I feel the dog should be holding onto her fur, she has been shedding everywhere lately. I picked up one little tuft and knew right where it belonged. I had seen photos of model trains in John’s magazines, and Kacey’s fur was perfect as steam engine smoke on a table lamp.