Then the cat claw moon shone bright in the late evening blue sky. Then the evening star stood alone of all stars, clear and wishing. Then the starlight of night was smurred, patterns obscurred. Then the roar of the distant sea was loud. Then the night, so mild after such bitter, bighting cold and the stream so fast with water music after the iron hard silence of ice. Even in such darkness it seemed that the water laughed to be free again.
Then a moorhen called as the fox was hunting by the water's edge.
The Three
- The Ginger Darlings
- St Davids, Pembrokeshire, Wales
- 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.
Signed books
Signed copies of Her books are available from Solva Woollen Mill
The House of Golden Dreams
We are gallery cats! A gallery of Her work, for sale, paintings, drawings and prints
Books
Some written and all illustrated by Her
The book we have to sit on when She is trying to read is....
One of Her publishers
4 comments:
Beautiful...you paint such a wonderful picture... I can seehear feel it.
I like it! Interesting word smurred, what does it mean?
All I can say is WOW can you write.Your words are like jewels.
Smurred; a purring word for smudged, but higher up.
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