Weeing, wellies and words

Three addendums:

 

First, the poem-stone which goes with these pictures. Rest assured, there are no photos of me weeing - it's not that sort of blog. (If it was, I'd probably have more followers.)

Lughnasadh

Weeing in grass by starlight,

friends' faces circling a fire;

familiar and reassuring:

this is the life I choose.

 

 

Second, as promised to Lyra (whose blog I heartily recommend to you), a close-up of my most recently completed artwork:

 

Tree

Brush pen on canvas board

10" x 12"

Still not easy to read, I know. Trees ask a little patience before they give up their words. For the full image, see here.

And third, I can't believe I forgot to tell you how childishly pleased I am to own welly boots with my name on:

(One of Thomas's pixie doors in the background.)

May you all share the peace of my snoring husband and daughter :o).