Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Looking for summer
Once again we woke to a world wrapped in cloud so we walked to the top of the hill to look for summer.
The light was flattened, but patches of heather glowed purple and in the distance the sea met the sky with a soft line of gray, a smudge.
Summer was hiding. We looked through the brambles, but the sun wasn't there.
We looked in the gorse. Not here either.
Later the sun came briefly from behind clouds and the air was warm. Now it is night and the clouds have fallen from the sky. The old moon is a whisker and the world drips with water, not rain, just cloud fallen to earth.
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.