Calendaring by Weim

Each season brings markers. Perhaps in your family, it's the absence of leaves on your maple tree. Or, the first morning that you glimpse frost on the rooftops.

At our house, we know that fall is creeping toward winter when we find Greta sleeping under our covers at night. People always look surprised (read: horrified) when we tell them where Greta sleeps. But she really does curl up small. Can you even tell she's under there? Honestly.
By 10am when the room is sufficiently warmed by the sunshine, she usually makes an appearance above the covers. Without even unmaking the bed. Now that is a well-trained mutt.