We Three, Ginger cats tales

This morning the wind up high was carding the clouds, pulling them down in feathers, and the sun painted the early morning cloud with yellow...

The moon rides in the sky in the daytime and nighttime now. At night the light over all is silver. As the dark gives way to the light the br...

The week has been busy, many mice, days passing in painting and walking. New cups arrived and when She leaves them dotted around the house a...

It is early , dark night still holds sway. Outside the rain falls heavy from a still dark sky. Max has returned home covered in the water-be...

Last night the clouds attacked the house, threw spears of rain and stones at the roof. This morning the world was washed clean and gentle ra...

All day the wind has been rising, and now, in the dark, it rips the clouds from the sky and dashes them to the ground, fierce spears of rain...

..all the lifetimes we have lived, each of us through our nine lives, that stretch from the ancient days of Egypt until now, even until now,...

Some days are made for walking and this is one. Pearl light from the early morning sun bleaching out the distant landscape and bringing clos...

We were sent pictures of a ginger cat engaged in the feline practice of luxuriating in clean laundry. Well done that cat! Should anyone reco...

The stars are smurred tonight. It is cold and the moon has set already. The sea whispers in the distance. The lighthouse sweeps the sky and ...

With many legs but no head!

Where we live now there are a cluster of cottages on the side of a hill. On three sides there is sea, and when the storms come you can hear ...

Tom's birthday and the house in the morning had wonderful paper from presents to play with. Later it filled up with people, so many that...

The day began with a pearl pale light, a shimmer of sky, a luster. Almost at once the sky cleared to bright blue, clouds blew away and the ...

I am hiding in the land of Green ginger, beneath the thorn trees where mice and shrew and stoat, weasel and rat live. Where birds flit and l...

Sometimes, when the night falls and the whisker-thin cat claw moon rides the sky I sit in the branches of the ash tree, look up and think. D...

Maurice: Did you see what Elmo wrote? Pixie: I think our little brother is growing up.

Looking around in the studio while She was making a cup of tea, I happened upon an article from a newspaper. Could it be that She was thinki...

Each night when we walk, clockwise around the village, each and every night, is different. Tonight the stars shine bright. There is no moon....

Nighttime. The beam from the lighthouse sweeps the sky, four sweeps then a pause, four sweeps then a pause, all through the dark, a rhythm o...