. . . sort of. At least the trees around here don’t seem to have gotten the message. This cottonwood Marion and I passed on our ride, for example.
Marion kindly took some pictures of Kitty and me under this tree. I tried to get the dogs into the picture, too. Xena posed beautifully, as usual.
Peaches . . . not so much.
A little farther on, we came to some cattails that had gone to seed. The low sun made them glow like silver torches.
Peaches added her bit to the scene, again. The weeds were perfect for a good scratchy roll. Note Xena looking on with mild disapproval.
Continued tomorrow . . .