When we arrived in Oregon it was late fall. The last seasonal color was only hanging on the most stubborn trees. We made it through December, statistically the coldest month, in which we turned on our heat once.
Now, two months on from our arrival, plants are sprouting (my allergies are raging) and the evenings are noticeably, ever so slightly, longer. I know it’s not springtime yet but we’ve had a few sunny days which sent sleeveless Portlanders to parks and rooftops to “soak it up” with enough zeal to make Sheryl proud.
In the spirit of newness that accompanies the season, we’ve officially adopted our foster pal Sadie.
She passed her audtion, exhibiting the correct combination of softness, aloofness and tolerance of stoner metal. This quietly opinionated lady wormed her way into our hearts and like the slowly returning sun, brought a ‘lil more brightness into our lives.