Thursday, July 10, 2014
You must not blame me if I talk to the clouds.
Henry David Thoreau
Friday, July 4, 2014
I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.
Molly is eighteen now, we thought we were going to lose her a few months ago but thankfully she rallied.
She loves birdwatching (and still goes out hunting!)
I think she is laughing at me (but it may have been a yawn!).
Her usual calm, serene, affectionate manner
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
I wake at peep of day
to a velvet summer in a cottage that sleeps
framed in foxgloves under a blanket of roses.