The black cat reads voraciously, leaping from book to book, seeking always to lose herself in the pages.... What to read next? What to choose from the piles beside the chairs? Holidays measured by the days spent reading, evenings saved from the wasteland of television by stories spun in the imagination.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Woke up to find these on the kitchen bench this morning.... now I know what all the creeping about at 2am this morning was all about... Flowers are my very favourite gift to receive, especially ones like these from my son. Still smiling several hours later.