Oh how I wish spring would, well, spring soonest. We have a spate of dreary grey days, not the foggy soup scene that befalls northern California but the high cloud rivers that scurry above with only a sliver of light grey or tantalizing blue at the horizon. Temps still drop to the mid 30s at night. This is life in the moderate parts of latitude 47.
The cats prefer the indoors, though they will go out briefly to nibble at the grasses.
Fariell above, Beren below.