caught...

...a sunbeam

sometimes she just can’t - help herself - it’s as though the sunbeam - is chanting her name - out loud and all she can do - is trot over - and plop her butterscotch self - down into the midst of it - then she’s in sunbeam heaven

that’s right - this is the boo - enjoying one of those rare moments - in a sunbeam splashed - across the floor - showing off her deep golden - beauty in butterscotch hues making it...

a

happy day.....