Moth and LucyFur - in the background, on the table - clearly feel that I could get a move on. They've had their real breakfast, but every morning (as faithful readers of this blog will know) they demand their tiny, tiny, half-a-little-fingernail size smidge of butter. There would be a riot, indeed, if this were not delivered on time. In the foreground, a new cotton tablecloth for the outside table - and all lit by the wonderful golden morning light that we get in New Mexico at this time of year.
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