Just like the wintering fish in our pond, I am moving slooowly this week, coming to the surface occasionally for air, and to look for a spot of sunlight....
I can't walk across the room without coughing.
I think I'll just sit here and read a book on the couch.
It all began when my aunt gave me The Tyger Voyage (by Richard Adams)when I was fourteen. Looking at Nicola Bayley's glowing illustrations made me want to paint some of my own. I still love her work, and I still have that book.