From 'I am Cat': Pixie sleeping, dreaming cat dreams.

Last days of summer and the first few pages.

Things have been quiet for a time in the House of Ginger. We have been staying close to the house, watching the rosehips ripen to red, watching the swallows gather and by night stalking in moonlight  beneath the bats, or sitting by the house where moths dance in the windowlight and bats come too.
There have been a few evenings of fires, just small ones. Woodsmoke and warmth.
And at last She has started work on I Am Cat. Just a few tentative drawings to begin, and She has too much to do in time for work to go to a book fair.

 

 

By day we catch the last of the warmth of summer, lying curled in the garden in patches where the sun still throws down her shawl for us to sleep on. In the evening, as the dark comes in, we gather on the sofa and wait for the strike of the match. And all the time we watch.

Green lanes and yellow pillows.

Late morning and finaly She starts to walk, up the green lane that now tunnels the emerald summer light, narrowed by grass and fern and bramble, all full of summer growth.

At the top of the hill pillows of tormentil  soften the grass where the little people of the air criss cross on butterfly wings and glass wings and feather wings, or jump and sing their grasshopper songs in golden grass flowers. A short walk. We rest amid the songs of insects and watch cloud shadows dance across the land.

Then home again as She has work to do, but at home we find rest in the garden where the herbs grow.

The moon has come to rest in our garden of herbs.

 Meanwhile, in the studio, and She is wandering off into a world of painting when She should be thinking of nursery rhymes. Soon She will begin work on the cat book. For now, cheetahs and cherries.

Pixie plays with prayer flags tattered by the wind's claws

Ginger and Pied

Pixie and Rosie, dreaming on the sofa, Sunday afternoon by the fire.

Pixie

At last, long last, the contract for Pixie's book has been drawn up and is in the post. So, after Nursery Rhymes and The Ice Bear She will be colouring in with cat help!
So, Pixie is thinking that maybe she might just get her own facebook page.

If in doubt, curl.

Birdsong and sunshine

On another blue sky day, in the early morning, we sit just outside the bedroom while the rest of the house is sleeping, and together we take some time to listen to the birds singing the sun to rise, a beautiful song that each day wraps itself around the world and enables this everyday miracle to happen.