It’s been a while since I drew anything just for the fun of it, so simply drawing the pile of books on the coffee table in pen appealed to me. That didn’t seem quite enough, so I added the small jug from the sideboard and brought a pen and pencil into the picture.
The book is Jane McMorland Hunter’s A Nature Poem for Every Day of the Year, which we’ve kept up to since our friend Jill bought me if for my birthday in April. This morning’s poem though had a touch of the supernatural about it: The Sphinx by Oscar Wilde.