I still haven’t finished with pencil work; I’ve just finished the first plan for pirate book, when Shayla has come back with idea of illustrating another poem, and there will be two more pictures for Jan. All these things demand thinking hard. I got tired and I’ve gone to the garden around noon, to draw the pansies that grow under the wall. Sometimes it’s so nice to draw a pansy that is a pansy and doesn’t need to be anything else. Pansies don’t want to interact with each other, have no actions to do and don’t need to meet anyone’s demands. How sweet. And it took 25 minutes; I wish I could do my illustrations that fast.