I will miss Zip for the next few days; he always waits for me in the morning; I love starting the day that way. I imagine he will miss me. But I don’t worry about him; he is the unchallenged Prince Of Bedlam Farm, another animal who marks the passage of my life. He’s happy and spoiled; one probably has something to do with the other.
Maria found a heroic little pansy growing in the grass a few weeks ago, just as it was getting cold. She brought it into the house, put it into a tiny vase, and placed it by the window. It’s my color and light photo of the day.
Zip has at least a half dozen sleep sites all picked out; he looks like he grew out of the ground here. I met with him and told him we were going away. He seemed to take it in stride. He and our farm babysitter have already met and are good friends. Zip is no fool.
I love the mist in the morning; it seems iconic and timeless, and the animals stand out in silhouette. AI will never supplant my photography.
When I was younger, I had thought pansies were wimpy plants since they don’t do well in heat (and summer, the time for flowers, was warm). Then I discovered they will bloom even through snow. So they are tough! It’s just that they do better with cold rather than heat.