A money plant on our windowledge that has become very contorted. The wizard and black owl in a magic hat below it seem appropriate because they represent magic. There are glass paperweights next to them which I also think look quite magical. I could paint it, not sure, it maybe looks like an illustration from a children’s book….
A wizard presides over some of my collection of glass paperweights. I made sure the sun doesn’t shine in too brightly on this particular windowsill. There are no curtains so the glass orbs cannot set fire to anything – they could act as magnifying lenses. I think the first ones I got were a present about thirty years ago, but I then started collecting them. They are colourful and tactile. Creativity comes in many guises.
Hubby is ill. Coughing and tired with this cold. He came downstairs for tea and then went to stand up and fainted! He’s OK but he’s hurt his knee by landing on an oil heater. He wouldn’t let me call an ambulance and he’s gone back upstairs with a walking stick. He’s like a tired old wizard, not happy, but not in the mood for TLC. Don’t know what to do. I’ll take him a drink and a sandwich in a bit. All I can do is help if I can.
The cat turned to stare at me. She had seen me in the corner of her eye. She had been staring at the wizard as he cast a spell. As his words ended she started to grow. Paws and legs, tail, body, head, ten times bigger? Twenty times. More. She was sitting on the stairs landing, but now her head and shoulders were about five feet above where they were minutes before.
This is a gentle cat, but her claws were now three inches long, she looked at me longingly. Ready to knead me with her paws, but they could now be deadly. Quietly I closed the bedroom door. Quietly I rang the local zoo. The wizard roared with laughter at the transformation. Claws started to scratch at the door….