"This is where I've been spending my money on - on him - and it didn't do any good. He turned out a good cat. The vet said that he was an old gentleman. I've still got Lucy. I'm not putting her through what I've put him through."
Hopes of you in leaf-shadow under froths of blossom and forsythia, and cool shadow under dark trees growing in damp soil - romping again - more energy and volume and I love your loveliness and you owe me nothing - I am glad to be there with you as much as I can be - spring is for you, equinox girl. OK, maybe I'll say it 1st. Maybe.
The vast spaghetti plantations in the Po valley the sun making thin straight stripes of shadow.