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The Land of Counterpane

When I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,  
And all my toys beside me lay  
To keep me happy all the day.  
And sometimes for an hour or so          5
I watched my leaden soldiers go,  
With different uniforms and drills,  
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;  
And sometimes sent my ships in fleets  
All up and down among the sheets;  
Or brought my trees and houses out,  
And planted cities all about.  
I was the giant great and still  
That sits upon the pillow-hill,  
And sees before him, dale and plain,  

The pleasant land of counterpane.

Robert Louis Stevenson spent much of his childhood in bed. I have spent much of my last twelve years in mine. M.E. has limited my life, but has not cut me off from all pleasures.

My lap-top on the bed-table is my link with the world, and through it, I travel widely. I read, and have recently learned to love my e-reader. A little knitting, especially in winter, a very little sewing. Little sorties into the garden to shift the hose, pick things, weed a little. I love my garden, but it is often a bit much. Still beautiful. My most constant friend is my cat, Maggie, but I have a great many human friends who visit from time to time.

A life of small pleasures. I will be sharing some of these.