Red Hair & Gloves

Before they left to spend the night in a gypsy caravan near the coast, I received explicit instructions on feeding the chickens, the cats and kittens, and most especially the log and branch reindeer that stands near the patio.

“Now, do ye think you can manage all that?”, she asked.

I thought carefully. “Well, I will do my best.”

my portraitWhen they returned the next day I was immediately questioned about how I had performed my duties. Satisfied that I had done a good job, she announced she would do a portrait of me. She was meticulous about the curly hair although not comfortable with the grey of it. “And,” she announced, “you can see that I gave you red gloves.”


Judith –