Female labours, march
I was hoping to have a next bit of Lutrell, but I’ve had kind of a bad week, so mrs march is filling instead. ( sorry I will reply to previous post comments later, tired tonight)
shes my gardener, an adapted image again, to correspond with mr march doing his vine pruning.
I’m not 100% pleased with her! but I’m reminding myself she’s a voice in the chorus rather than a solo act
this months cat is the late lamented miss pickle, who died shortly after I started this blog. She was an indoor cat, and normally very ladylike, but her idea of getting in touch with nature was to follow me outside in order to pee in fresh compost.