Last week I went away to a friend’s wedding. It was wonderful, peaceful, just lovely. They’ve been together a long time, and I think are glad to still be together as one of them almost checked out of life not so long ago. It was the best kind of wedding, revolving around love rather than pomp, and in a bookshop.
While I was away I wandered by the water placing stone and gold beneath the trees. On Thursday I am going back to see if it’s still there. There’s one in the hollow bowl of a tree also.
Back home, with more stones, and an afternoon gilding and thinking, then this morning I took a stone for a walk, to find some words.
A kestrel flew past where we sat in the cool. The wind is blowing from over the sea, and though the sun is warm it’s almost cold on the hill top today, but full with the sound of birds, lark, whitethroat, linnet and raven.
I found again the smallest stone that has been on the hillside for a few weeks now, and shifts its place. I forget where it is sometimes.
Coming back to my studio I look for a while at the architecture of flowers.
Now, time to paint. So much to do before I go away again.