I ventured out to Piney Woods Church Road today shortly after discovering that one of our cats, an orange and white adolescent Manx cat shaped rather like a bowling pin, had sneaked outside last night and was missing. My walk was necessarily distracted, as I paused every few steps either to take a photograph, call out the cat’s name, or a combination of the two. Early on my walk, I glimpsed a pink tree blooming in a backyard beside the road — crabapple, I think. Here is my impression of the tree — a bit unfocused, like myself at the time.
Just as I began writing this post, the prodigal kitten returned, none the worse for wear, but rather hungry.
