Sunday, 23 November 2008
Firelight and Foxes - (NaBloPoMo #23)
This coming week is going to be my post-a-photo-instead-of-a-painting-week. As Winston said, "A fanatic is one who can't change his mind and won't change the subject." Heaven forbid that I'm thought of as a fanatic!
I went to look for a particular book the other day and paused momentarily to gaze out of the window, thinking thoughts and dreamin' dreams. Something reddish moved in the periphery of my vision....near that ancient old beech tree whose shade we borrow in the summer, y'know? I turned slightly and there she was - a beautiful fox with a coat the colour of firelight. She walked slowly, elegantly across the lawn looking one way and then the other as though admiring the view. As she come closer, she glanced up and saw me in the bay window, nodded imperceptibly as if in recognition and then disappeared amongst the trees to the left of the driveway.
The window which allowed me that fleeting view has now been rechristened The Fox Hole. Entirely appropriate, really, since it's a great place to snuggle up with a good book on a cold, bleak winter's day.