New York: one woman, one terrace, twelve seasons.
Very lovely, Marie...but, according to Estorbo, you "don't do mornings."(He's been very quiet -is he sulking in his stripey?)
Me again! I've just seen Estorbo's new post.
these are gorgeous marie...i thought it was paris for a minute...many wet sunrises...
Estorbo lies through his crooked little teeth. But it is true that while I appreciate the clarity of a morning, I prefer to experience it in bed! I function better, later :-)Estorbo's behaviour has quite changed in his clothes. The clothes maketh the cat, it seems. He is now a lapcat. First time ever. I think he needs reasurance. Hi Deb - Paris in Brooklyn, hee.Frank - sleeting on us no, innit it?
I'd like that little one for my gate... billowing cloudschisai no wa kado ni hoshisa yo kumo no mineちさいのは門にほしさよ雲の峰by Issa, 1811Or: "I'd like those little ones..." Issa sees the little cloud (or clouds) as suitable for his small, humble hut.(your clouds aren't little, but thank you anyway)