Monday, October 25, 2010

A great memory is never made synonymous with wisdom, any more than a dictionary would be called a treatise.


Mount Wellington and a tree. As seen from Geilston Bay. July 2010.

Once upon a time there was this... boy.

This boy lived in a hut made of... cats.

The cats - of course - were dead. Well, most of them were dead. One of the cats was... magical.

Magical cats eating... mushrooms.

3 comments:

Roddy said...

Would that not make them magic mushrooms?

Roddy said...

Can I thank Henry for a very enjoyable time at his birthday and quality time spent with his grandfather and grandmother. Also thank the young master Ezra for a totally enthralling time. They certainly tax ones stamina. Thankfully I am not yet that old to not appreciate their energy.
Hugs kisses and lots of love to the both of them.

Kris said...

I shall pass it on.