We've had a solid five days of rain here in the Northeast, good weather to sit under a desk lamp on one side and an Ott-Lite on the other.
In a way that's a good thing, as there is no crisp sunny weather tempting me outside to do Fall chores!
Come join me "upstairs" from the Studio, a place to relax and talk with friends. Here you'll find clips of my stuff, woolgathering about the animals in the family, news about shows and events and links to other sites that I find too good not to mention. Pull up a cushion and have some cake( there should always be cake) and tea, and lets discuss the amazing world of Art in it's many forms!
by Robert Louis Stevenson
|Whenever the moon and stars are set, |
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?
Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,
By, on the highway, low and loud,
By at the gallop goes he.
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.