Cats and Trails and Garden Tales
Musings on cats, travel, gardens and life
There’s No Place Like Home
After a wonderful road trip through the North Cascades we returned to the wet side, I mean the west side of the mountains to typical fall stormy weather.
Bob got a fire going and the cats thanked us for returning and warming up the place. Despite the rain, both wanted out – the cats that is – having been cooped up all weekend. Benji thanked me by bringing a trophy to the door later that evening, of the dead rodent variety. He hasn’t lost his touch.
You may notice that I love fall colors – even inside my house – and I found them in abundance on our road trip. I’ll be sharing pictures soon enough but here’s one to whet your appetite.
In the meantime, there’s no place like home.
~ Susanne
Cats and Trails and Garden Tales 
Coming home from a trip can be a double-edged sword. Part of me feels comfortable, and the other part wants to be back where I was.
Best wishes, Pete.
I know what you mean. It’s especially hard to come back to miserable weather. Still, home is the best place to be. 🙂
I love your fall colors in your house too! The wall in the picture with Benji looks like my kitchen color. Nice of him to bring you a…um…welcome home present😂🐀
We painted our kitchen that color this year and with the leftover repainted this accent wall. And yes, the sweet Benji bought us a special welcome home gift. I don’t remember the last time he brought one to the door. 😉
Siily wet kitties. A roaring fire can be very healing.
Yes, indeed! 😊
Is that new snow on the peaks or remnants from last year? I love the fire. We put in a gas burner in our fireplace after going through a period a few year ago with a week with no power or heat. So we can no longer have a fire, but at least I won’t have to sit in the car to warm up again!
Very observant! That is fresh snow from the night before. I’ll be posting more about that area soon. It was so beautiful! Bob makes a fire daily after the weather changes in the fall. There’s nothing like wood heat even if it’s messy.
I always looked for the first snow in the Coast Range, so I guess I am primed to check for it. Years ago we heated with wood. But at the time we had 5 acres of woods!