This morning an Autumn storm is tossing handfuls of yellow leaves past my office window. They flutter down like graceful yellow butterflies.When the leaves are finally gone and the trees stand bared to the elements one can find a stark sort of beauty--such as that which I discovered long ago in a grove of silvery birch trees.
There I found the lady of the birch trees--all silver, blue and gold.
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You are lucky to have this storm tossing only leaves. I am watching sodden clumps of ... something ... fall heavily to the ground in the pouring rain. I think they are leaves. Or bits of moss maybe.
Your Lady is beautiful, sissy. She fits into the birch grove perfectly, though I don't think she'll be able to hide.
She is beautiful, Beth! So lovely in the forest of silvery birches. And, I can picture the yellow leaves swirling outside your window, doing their special dance of joy as they spiral down. Just for you. :)
Your ladies lovely golden hair reminds me of the falling leaves. I love Birch trees. Very nice.
Sunny :)
What a lovely lady sontering through to woods. Your lucky all you got was a hand full of leaves...I got a fist full of snow..boo hoo. Trade ya!! LOL
Oh Beth how I miss seeing the leaves fall from the birch trees. I do believe it is one of the sights etched in my mind forever.
The lady peeking through the trees is stunning and so alive amongst the birch.
It is always lovely seeing your smiling face in my mind when you comment on my blog:)
XX
Becky
My dear, I believe she is you~
Beth, it is so nice to be here
reading your blog, seems like we have a whole lot in common.
I love your story of the Lady in the Birch Trees..
You have now inspired me to bring up my box of poetry and add some to my art work.. !
You now have a new follower! Yeah!!
Hugs, Darlene xo
She really looks like autumn to me--you've done a fabulous job with your color choice here. Can't wait to see what you come up with next :)
Hi Beth and "Thank you for the wonderfully encouraging visit!
I need to ask you..
There were little Golden Books that I used to purchase for my son.
The illustrator had a way of making you feel alive, and beautiful and that life was so fun.. her faces were gorgeous.. Her name was.. Eloise Wilkins.. (I think.. ?) That would be awfully strange if this was the same lady? Please let me know.. if you can think of hers.. I have just started drawing in March 2009.. so here I am startig at my age!!.. LOL
Better late then never.. hey?
Thank you so much.. again,
hugs, Darene xo
What a beauty and to think I almost missed her hiding in the woods. The weeks seem to get busy and it's hard to keep up with my blog friends. I do so love your drawings, stories, and words of wisdom and folly. You always bring a smile to my heart.
How is your Dad doing? Continued prayers of healing for you and your family. Love and Light, Nina P
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