Amidst getting ready to plant 300 raspberry canes for Missing Goat Jam,
and doubling our strawberry beds for mass consumption by the Missing Goat family,
I noticed some quiet watchers in the yard. They didn't say much, and if I didn't look close, I wouldn't have seem most of them at all. But, there they were. Watching, hoping to be seen. I saw them.
How could I not bring some of them inside. It still gets frosty at night.