Not yet small kitten, not yet.

Woke this morning to soft summer rain and a delicious coolness in the air. Summer rain, what wonders it can work; my plants in the courtyard (yes, courtyard I call it, and courtyard it is) seem to have doubled in size with its softness – something that tap water would never do. Luna (Looney Loo, Lunatics, Lou-Lou Longshanks), my cat smiles at the ground outside from the window wishing that she could go outside and paw it, smell it, drink in the rain and explore the wide, wide world – not yet small kitten, not yet.

And far away in another part of the same wide, wide, world…

There’s a tree I know that is needing a house in it. Tall and reaching to the sky, a good tree – strong. A tree to withstand the wind, shelter from the rain, a tree of many branches. I’d build a platformed veranda to sit upon and drink cool beer and blueberry flavoured red wine, eat olives and peanuts, hum and read and smile. I'd watch the stars shooting, sending my wishes out into the wide, wide, world.

There, catch the wish in your hand and hold it close.