A mysterious visitor last week.

We were in the kitchen, it was 7 degrees outside, and the windows were frosted up with condensation as is the norm in our old house. It was 11.30 am and we were  doing the washing up at the kitchen sink, when we caught sight of an old familiar, making the most of the warm sun in the backyard. Ambrose snuck out with the camera, but quick as a flash the fox dissapeared behind the old bungalow where son quickly captured this image. 

For the remainder of the day, the winter sun stayed out for us; 

 mid - afternoon light , again enchanting the living room. 

Crochet is slow as I wait for the opportune time to obtain the correct yarn according to the colour palette of this rug.... ( The yarn used for this project is only sourced from thrift shops. )

.....and where there's a chance, Cheetah makes herself comfortable ......

As she murmurs and squeeks in her slumber, I wonder what she dreams about. Does she think of the fox , knowing all her secrets?