Last night the moon rose late into a clear darkness-pinned-to-the-sky-with-stars cloth of dreams. It was pale lemon, beautiful. Now the world has darkened and outside the lambs are running for cover as sleet falls in a fast wind.
And that is the weather report today from Treleddyd Fawr.
Inside there will be dormice in teacups.
Yesterday the accountant gave me a gold star. Might be premature, but I treasure it to my heart anyway.
And my flowers are still beautiful, well cared for and every time I see them it makes me pause and smile, inside and outside.
Today I have contacted one of the descendants of Grace Stevens, whose young hand helped to stitch the Rajah Quilt so many years ago, I have drawn dormice and found a new theme of dormice sleeping in teacups to occupy my time and I have received my catalogue from teh V&A. The book fell open at the page that shows the Rajah Quilt, just as I was beginning to wonder whether it would be possible to make the story into a picture book. There can sometimes be something quite haunting about being taken over by a story. I think this one wishes to be written.
All the work above is destined for the Alice in Wonderland Exhibition at The Imagine Gallery. Would love to be able to go as John has gathered together such incredible things, including work by Graham Piggott. I have a polar bear of his and I think this was the first thing of Graham's that John saw when he came to collect work from me.