This morning I came across a book of Randolph Caldecott’s letters, Yours Pictorially. It was my last morning at Winterthur, and even as I snapped photos, I realized there were many on my phone I’d not shared.
There’s the topiary horse, on display in the days leading up to Point to Point.
There’s the shadow of Virginia bluebells on a flagstone walk way.
Flowering trees overhead
Flower-arranging games in the library
Flowers aplenty outdoors
And what of the squirrel? I had hoped someone would be able to tell me her story, but she seems to be a mysterious figure. Lacking backstory, I decided to provide another prop for the squirrel’s secret life in the stacks. I hope she likes it.