Weekend visit...

Our young friend Miss C drove up here with one of her girlfriends yesterday..... we all had a nice lunch and a good long visit (but never quite long enough).  We told C about the trip to London, and my husband showed the girls some of the photos.  I told both girls that when they ever get a chance to fly over the Atlantic, England has to be first on their must-see list of countries, without a doubt.

No matter how much time passes between C's visits, our cats remember her and run up to say hello. Especially Mickey Kitty, who was just a teeny-tiny kitten the first time he saw C..... he crawled up on her shoulder when he met her, and started to bury himself in her hair..... and he does the same exact thing with C each and every time they're together.

King George (the peacock) didn't make an appearance while C was here, and Orange Kitty stayed hidden underneath the cottage, but came out shortly after C and her friend drove down the road headed towards home.

This house is always so alive when C is here, and then drifts back into silence when she's gone. Not that there's anything wrong with silence... but both my husband and I have commented recently that we miss having C as an every-day part of our lives.