Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
Thursday, January 7, 2010
The day comes to light on a world of shining beauty.
We woke Her early, because of the featherlight dancing of snowflakes in the early morning light. We walked. Lapwings and sunrise in a beautiful world. Words are unecessary when there is so much beauty.
For a moment the moon looked out between the clouds. This day is such a blessing.
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.