Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
Monday, July 23, 2007
Painting
Across the fields the sun paints the cathedral with a golden light. It is quiet and you can hear the bells from the tower, distant, a whisper, a memory of bells. The sky is beautiful.
My catmom is gonna really love the pictures on your blog! A really long time ago her family had to leave Wales, but they have, every generation, wanted to go home someday.
When first we started there were four of us, all ginger, and Max. Time has passed. The ginger pride are ghost cats, appart from Elmo. Now the house holds Max, oldest, tabby farm cat, dark, usually found sleeping on a cushion, Elmo, last of the Gingers, beautiful handsome and wonderful who still walks to the high hill top. And now there is Baggage and Bundle, silver mischief in sharp clawed kitten form. The adventures continue.
2 comments:
My catmom is gonna really love the pictures on your blog! A really long time ago her family had to leave Wales, but they have, every generation, wanted to go home someday.
Thank-you! I am Mozart!
The sky is beautiful but the ginger cat makes it PERFECT!
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