Witch Hazels In The Snow

I sort of remember eleven and thirteen. I think it went that low. I know there was a sixteen.

There was definitely an evil wind. At least it was before the cold cold.

Cold cold without wind is doable.

Now it is back to forty and the witch hazels get right back to business. Last year they set an impressive seed crop, something I was not expecting from a hybrid, Hamamelis x intermedia. That can only mean that there are active pollinating insects up here in in the dead of winter. With viable seed, they could turn wild.

Solly Kitty has slept in her insulated rabbit hutch on the front porch in those lows of eleven and thirteen. She seems quite content. During a short indoor visit yesterday I saw the first hint of normal kitten play. She even comes when I call, when a cat is willing to come anyway.

Button has other ideas. He's the boss and Solly needs to know it. That comes in the form of a good slap with a couple out stretched fur grabbing claws. It's like watching Wild Kingdom. Solly's reaction to the slap is far more interesting to Button than Dinah's and Collar's these days.

Button knows who the real boss is and that a decision has been made. I still have to keep an eye on him. Solly Kitty isn't big enough yet for a fair slap fight. But if she wants to live here, it comes with the accommodations. Button will see to that.