2010-04-27

food, shelter, warmth




























Nereida, three weeks; I'd never thought that I ever would fall in love and share my bed with a goat... ;-)

(At the age of five weeks, Nereida would have to learn to spend the nights outside, but still we had a period of grace.)

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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

~ William Butler Yeats ~