In my kitchen there are angels by the window, watching, guarding a river of gold.
In my kitchen there are hares.
In the other window there is a dog, sometimes.
Sometimes there are dogs by the fire.
The room is scented with fire and logs and frankincence and cooking and sometimes wet and sandy dogs. And the house is warmed only by the log fire, the radiators running from this via a pump. This year my logs come from East Farm Firewood, from Rams Wood. More of that later.
Meanwhile in the studio I have been painting more for Song of the Golden Hare.
“High on the hill above the wood two hounds, one silver, one black raised their heads to read the wind and caught the scent of gold.”
Love your dining table, its so shiny, but really writing this message to say how beautiful the dogs are looking, all of them, painted and real, even the one on the hound’s collar. I think there must be magic in your lovely house so many special things.
Thanks Audrey. You must come for supper again and we can push the dog off the table and i can cook you a veie extravaganza.