Sunday, May 20, 2007


The path up the hill has campion and foxgloves and the grass is growing long. At the top of the hill we explored the wildwood while the humans sat and soaked up sunshine. Foxes live here in deep burrows in the ground and all around their burrows bluebells grow beneath the low thorn trees.

When it was time to go we did not want to, so we lingered on the rock by the wildwood. The sky was full of bright blue swallows and dusky brown martins and swifts like arrows. How we wish for wings!


Just Sharlene and My Spice Cats said...

You follow your mommy and daddy for a walk up the hill? Wow. I wonder whether the Spice Cats will do that. They are such an indoor bunch that they will probably run back home.

The Ginger Darlings said...

Our mother is a farm cat and our father is a roving tomcat. These people we follow, She is our slave and provider of food. He comes to visit with parma ham and the smelly dog. We walk with them because we like it and sometimes it is exciting.