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November 7, 2007

The Difference a Day Makes

Here's what my porch looked like a mere 48 hours ago:
Dinah_porch.jpg
My cat was so happy to sit in front of that door and watch all the excitement of my backyard. Bunnies! Birds! Chipmunks! It was great.
Dinah_porch_corner.jpg
You can see Dinah playing jungle cat in this one. A bunny took up residence underneath a hosta just on the other side of that wall--it made Dinah nuts.
porch_east.jpg
This is where I hung out all summer. It was great.
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This is what it looks like now:
porch_door.jpg

porch_corner.jpg

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The plants are happy to be inside. The cat is not. She keeps demanding to be let out, but when she sees what the porch is like, she gets upset and comes back in. I sorta feel the same way.

Posted by holly at November 7, 2007 10:41 AM

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By Hot Lemon on November 8, 2007 11:09 AM

Egad, that'd disapointing!! Me mum's porch in NE Ohio underwent the same annual transition: during th' summer it was the veritable heart of the house, but in winter, it looked like some sort of ancient ruin.

Whoo, don't THAT make me nostalgic??

By Dale on November 10, 2007 9:20 AM

We had snow show up uninvited here too but thankfully, the sky opened up and washed it all away a day later. If ever I was to thank God, it might be for that.

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