Through angel wings, wee visitors and to grandmother's house
- I love a fanlight doorway anyway, but the addition of these wooden angel wings make it exquisite. Seen at the antiques shop where Whiskers (who now lives in the apartment upstairs) used to be.
- The owner is a kind woman who feeds the local strays. Looks as if they have a warm box to sleep in, too. That's friend Janice's hand, knocking on the glass so I could get their faces on my photo. That tortoiseshell kitty just kept eating - oblivious.
- Over the river and through the wood...to grandmother's house we go! I always associate that song with Thanksgiving and indeed, Wikipedia tells me that it was a Thanksgiving poem written by Lydia Maria Child in 1844. It celebrated her memories of visiting her grandmother's house as a child. What a wonderful time that must have been.