I finally hung up a picture I originally found in an antique shop- it's an old Vernon Ward painting of geese taking flight. I love it and it holds a familiar feeling for me- I wonder if perhaps it used to be printed on a biscuit tin belonging to my grandmother. Or perhaps the back of a set of playing cards? Poor old Vernon Ward.
It's another hot and bright day here today, with the cicadas screeching all around the house. I've been working on some small linen embroidered things, and getting ready for another quick trip up to Wellington- this time to attend the Sufjan Stevens concert tonight. I can hardly believe my luck! See you back here tomorrow.