There are autumn days so perfect that you are left wondering how you ever felt disgruntled or out of sorts. Today was such a day. But it strikes me that when the world seems a good place I don't feel the urge to write in the same way as when I'm critical or irritated, anxious or stressed. Maybe I need the stimulus of some kind of irritant or upheaval to set the process going.
Or perhaps I have merely been soothed into torpor by spending some time this morning with a cat. Whatever the reason, I can offer only pretty pictures, of the day and of the cat. You can find them all here.
Beautiful photos! Looks like the kitty was very good company.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was young, I always seemed to do my best writing when upset or depressed! Ugh!
I really love the photo of the Autumn Angel!
Soothed by a cat?? Where has my mother-in-law gone?
ReplyDeleteYou're a little oyster: you need an irritant to produce a pearl. (Did I type that??!)
ReplyDeleteIncidentally the letters I am required to replicate before posting are "synoz". Could this mean a church gathering where everybody is asleep? As if.
I love the one of her trotting up the stairs. Can I steal it? (and can I steal it knowing that if I put it in my 'Molly file' I might one day forget it was yours and not attributed it fully.)
ReplyDeleteSteal away, Kimberly, steal away (I feel a spiritual coming on...) - but when you write your autobiography I'm sure you'll remember who took it!
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