Bluepurl

Two caterpillars have hunkered down under the eaves of my front porch - big ones! I found one chrysalis and one huge, fuzzy guy turning himself into a chrysalis. Here the evil twins (my dogs, Skippy and Juno) guard the bugs and the house:
If you’re standing on my porch facing away from the door, the still-fuzzy caterpillar is directly in front of you. The one already en-chrysalized is to your left in the corner. Yeah, yeah, the one on the left looks like dog poo - but it’s not! My dogs are too old to climb the porch ceiling and poop upside down. I’m sure it’s a moth chrysalis.

I’ll keep an eye on these guys and post pictures. I would love to photograph them moment they break loose!

Below is an artalicious photo of my leaded glass porch window.

This is the view from my house on cold winter mornings. The river is warmer than the air, and it fills the river valley with fog. The sun rises and makes a lovely sunrise through the trees.

Ornamental grass growing next to my carriage house (and by carriage house, I mean garage), gone to seed. I love the fuzzy golden grass against the grays of winter.