Saturday, May 10, 2008

Before the moon comes we are domestic and wild.



In the morning we are domestic cats sleeping cosy on the covers of chintz.




But later that day we walk. In the heat of the day we walk, over the hill and across the rock where the squil grows and dots the green with a lighter blue and down to the deep green where the bluebells grow.






It is hot. We walk panting like jungle tigers and seek the shade.




She has brought a book and lies in the long grass to read of swans and nettles and cloud castles and love, but it is too hot to read so we help Her by sitting on the words.





And over the hill and down through the meadow where the skylarks sing and buzzards trail over the sky we make our way to the stepping stone bridge, so hot that the dog lies in the stream for coolness of water.




Then home, up the hill, to rest again before the moon comes.


5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Curiosity calls - what book are you reading?
Lovely lovely photos, by the way...
sara-hare

Estorbito said...

I am tired ob my rooftarps. I wan' to walk weeth you Geengers een the green grass an' blue flowers.

The Ginger Darlings said...

She was reading, or trying to read the Wild Swans by Hans Anderson.

meemsnyc said...

Great photos!!!

Mary Beth said...

I'm sure I've said this before but the sun on your ginger fur is just unbelievable! And we all know that cats read better than humans!