Coming down out of the freezing sky with its depths of light, like an angel, or a Buddha with wings, it was beautiful, and accurate, striking the snow and whatever was there with a force that left the imprint of the tips of its wings — five feet apart — and the grabbing thrust of its feet, and the indentation of what had been running through the white valleys of the snow — and then it rose, gracefully, and flew back to the frozen marshes to lurk there, like a little lighthouse, in the blue shadows — so I thought: maybe death isn’t darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us — as soft as feathers — that we are instantly weary of looking, and looking, and shut our eyes, not without amazement, and let ourselves be carried, as through the translucence of mica, to the river that is without the least dapple or shadow, that is nothing but light — scalding, aortal light — in which we are washed and washed out of our bones. Author

Sunday, 13 July 2014

Happy Bunny

Todays card is yet another from the Pollyanna Pickerings British Wildlife cdrom. As you all must know by now I do have a bit of a thing for rabbits. My first memory of rabbits is the one that George Best bought for me when I was little. He was friends with my Gran and Grandad and used to visit. To me he wasn't famous...just another friend of the family.It now feels strange to remember his visits. I remember his lovely was longer than most of the men that visited and I can hear my Gran telling him that he ought to get it On the card I have used a smaller image but I have mounted it to a toning card. The backing paper is one of many on the cd. I love this image because it is so fresh and would be perfect for any age or gender.

It has been a lovely day today. I had visitors and really enjoyed chatting and catching up. The cats were in a definite 'love me'mood. They were in and out of the biggest cat flap in the world and demanding yet more attention at every move. Reg and Jeffrey managed to get themselves in trouble by getting into the treat jar. Every single day Jeff opens the jar (it's a flip top container) and gets the treats out for him and Reg. It's a wonder that they are both not the size of horses...they pinch so many. I wouldn't mind but they are dog treats..yet Jeff loves them. After the jar had been removed out of their way..they took themselves to Regs basket and sulked. Eventually they both fell asleep...obviously sleeping off all the treats.

When all my visitors had left I decided to do some baking and make something for tea. I made a huge lasagne..which will hopefully do two days and then I made some currant scones. As soon as thwe scones were out of the oven, there was a deluge of cats seeing what they could beg off me. Jeff even followed the scones upstairs into the parlour and as we speak is guarding

Well the coffee is calling and the lasagne is shouting to be eaten. So until tomorrow take care and happy crafting.

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