Stray thoughts, tamed.
Sketches in ink 34-35 Days pass too swiftly into night but there is little rest; no snug hearth nor the bed of yesteryear with warm arms to enfold me as I drift into dreams. It is cold and already dark, yet I have chores outside to complete, and shutters to close. I look inside as... Continue Reading →
Sketches in ink - 14–33 Most of what I have written in the nineteen days since my last blog has been handwritten in flashes of inspiration with an urgent intensity to capture the thought before it skitters off again and gets lost in some pressing domestic chore or other. I spent almost a month enjoying... Continue Reading →
That elusive pair of jeans 