Skylark prelude and sunshine on horses

Quiet moments. Reading, early, in the bath. On the airfield outside St Davids a few skylarks herald the arrival of spring. The Icelandic ponies, so gentle, have captured the warmth from the sun in their beautiful coats.

Twice on the radio today I heard the phrase 'Higgeldy Piggeldy'. Working on sketches for Cock a doodle do and Higgeldy Piggeldy my black hen.

rough for Cock a doodle and Higgeldy Piggeldy

 

small dog, fiddling stick

 

The dance of the light and the dark.

All night the lighthouse had swept the sky, searching for the morning. At last he was there, and he woke the weary lighthouse with a gentle kiss before gathering up the blanket of night and carefully putting it away. But the night did not wish to leave the world so she gathered, in legions of shadows, behind things, secret, where the sun could not see. There she waited for the world to turn and her time to come again.
And through this endless game of light and dark we walked again, me searching for something, the dogs reading the world with their noses.
We saw chough, a merlin, ravens, the sea, heavy and lazy and barely lifting a wave. We saw rabbits, and a black rabbit dark as midnight, as moonshadows, as a raven wing, again. We saw hut circles, distant islands, geese in flight and guillimots and gannets.
And I found and empty mind and then something, I hope.

Painting again through another sunny day.

The cats have been getting famous in Germany in a German cat magazine. I think they mentioned me in passing. In the paper version of the magazine there are loads of photos of them and they look just beautiful.

Singing bowls, the setting moon and the beautiful sun.

Early morning moon set over silvered sea then off to Milford where the library was dressed to look like one of my books! The Seal Children.

We summoned dragons with the healing bowl that sang and made the whole library vibrate with its sound, read The Ice Bear and I am a Cat as well as The Snowleopard.

 

  

 

I also managed to recover another five paintings from the Waterfront Gallery. It seemed they had  forgotten about the ones that were hanging in the office of the harbour authority. Luckily I hadn't forgotten them. Will hang them in The House of Golden Dreams next week. All five are from The Barefoot Book of Classic Poems.

Drove home via the scenic route and then took the dogs and the healing bowl down the beach for a walk and listened to the bowl sing with the waves as the sun set fire to the sea.

Monday morning

Sunshine, birdsong, cloud castles, cats.

Monday afternoon, ravens, choughs, sunshine caught in amber, dirty dogs and burial chamber.

Monday evening, rain on the roof, rewriting text, parsnip soup, red wine and manuscript.