where and who,

Where does the time go?
That reminds me of "Who has seen the Wind?"

Who has seen the wind?

Neither I nor you:

But when the leaves hang trembling,

The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?

Neither you nor I:

But when the trees bow down their heads,

The wind is passing by.

 

by Christina Rossetti (1830–1894)

 

Last week I doodled my way into this Butterfly cum Flower Queen

charcoal pencil and Derwents on buff paper

Today I barely had time to catch Babu on my lap in ballpoint pen

a detail of Babu in a rare friendly mood

Usually he's a wild little thing, scampering around the house, provoking Muji

and here's Muji for good measure, sitting in the same chair pictured above,

 watching me put on my shoes

 

a happy, if somewhat cool weekend here,

and wishing you a pleasant one.