I had a cup of tea near the trees, my special place to chill out. It's a place where I saw children had some play in summer. We had no idea why the local contractors cut down a huge blossom that was curved over a little stream. In spring it becomes a spectacular blossom bridge. I noted that walkers were stopping to look at the missing blossom. They were simply puzzled. "Who on earth could have done that?" I was shocked myself then I tried to calm down by the thought that the contractors merely tried to tidy it up. I could see they realised they had made a mistake. It was not what people wanted so they decided to leave the trunk of the tree behind for the kids to play with! It was so sad. It took about fifty years to have a tree of the same scale. It was part of local memory, hence not replaceable! This incident showed appreciation of natural beauty was important. On half a page of my A5 sketch book, with a pencil I thought of making a note of it. Half way I chose an easier approach by replacing pencil with a brush. The paper buckled with water so I let it dried and finished the drink, folded the sketch book and forgot about it.
This morning still in bed, I found the book on the floor. Reaching to it and I opened it and here it is. The paper was flat, my little scene. My eyes kept looking at it, just a 4"x 6" sketch. It is one of the smallest I've done. I heard children still playing on the tree.. making friends .. and growing up.. I see so much in this little piece of paper .. I think I've just been getting caught in the act.. I love earth! :-)
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| Wonderful Watercolour Sketch of Nature |
