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

Tuesday, 16 June 2015

Crafting Musketeers..Shades of Summer

Today's card is one that I made for the current challenge which is running over at the Crafting Musketeers Challenge Blog. The theme is Shades of Summer. I chose to use this fabulous image from The Leslie Anne Ivory cdrom from Joanna Sheen. Cat obsessed as I am, this is one of my all time favourite cdroms. I just thought that this image of a tabby cat sat in the primroses and yellow daisies,somehow spelt summer to me.When I was a little girl, I can remember picking primroses and my Gran would put them in a tiny vase on the kitchen windowsill. It is a memory of sunny happy days. The primroses grew down by the brook and I spent many a happy afternoon down there. I can recall the sunlight dappled through the leaves, lay there dreaming my childish dreams. A small glimpse back to my early days.I count this as a blessing, that I have such memories.

The weather is fine here today in the mountains but it does look as if it may change.From where I sit, I can see Jeffrey stretched out on the studio roof. His injuries are slowly getting better, even though he is still bald in patches, where I have removed the fur to help with the healing process. He was quite happy for me to bathe all the wounds fact majority have now healed..thank goodness. Sprout who was really quite poorly after his last fight has also fully recovered. I am just making sure that he has had a good rest before he goes back out again. What I'm most worried about at the moment is that Pinkie has gone missing again and is yet to be found. I have been out in the chair with Reg, calling her and there has been no sign. I'm trying not to worry too much, as she has been gone for weeks before...and the weather has been good..and she is a good hunter. But they are family to me and I'm not settled properly until they are all home.

Well the coffee is calling and I have lots to do. I have social services coming on Friday..I'm hoping they will be able to tell me what I can expect at the inquest. Unless it is cancelled, it is planned for the middle of July. I don't know what to expect but it is something that I shall just have to live with it. But enough of that now..I'd better get to So until tomorrow..take care and happy crafting.

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