'Holding On'

This is the plaster cast I made of my hand many years ago. It hangs in the shed and looks good there now, all dusty and worn. It was a symbol of lasting love and being together. My hand is your hand type thing. It's still there and it still means the same as it did all those years ago.

This morning we all watched two foxes in our neighbours garden from the upstairs window. They washed their feet, their bits and bobs. They rolled in the mushy snow, stretched and chilled. One had a sore back paw so the other led him through to our garden them out across the rod to the canal. They were beautiful and Joe seemed to think they were nicer than the fox from the Gruffalo! They were beautiful.

Today is sub sunday so I'm recommending that you have a wee look at Bold Shadows and Another Perspective.

For yesterday, I stretch out my hand to thank you all.x