What shall we name this kitty?

 Should you ask, the succulents are named "dear Eleanor" (right) and Hildegard (left).  

Meet dear, Eleanor

It's that day and raining here -- a blessing.  I imagine in your neighborhood, you are counting snowflakes.  Drops and flakes.  Flakes and drops.  Be peaceful, dear friend.

 

Pale

Beyond a morning's imagination and yet the concept of an afternoon is forming.

You can grasp it between the folds of green.  This green begins with the canopy of oak trees.  Let's remember, too, the sun is its own mirror.  Of course, this is one person talking to herself.  Tea at her side. She's thinking of calling her friend, dear Eleanor.