Words from the book
One summer afternoon I sat near a turtle pond. I can still hear the flowing water. I can still feel the warmth of the sun. There I sat in thought and sketch. A turtle sat on a rock and I in my chair. The turtle is protected by a shell. My big floppy hat protects me. I wouldn’t want to swim in the pond nor do I fit. Sure, Turtles could rest on a chair but they much prefer the coolness of the water, as do I.