I was attempting to draw an old cottage that has an attic with a tiny window overlooking the meadows but it’s nothing like it and looks more like a house. 😀
This has been kind of a dream job, wearing a basket over the head, picking those tender and fresh tea leaves and plucking them traditionally by hand. I know it’s not easy at all, but I would love to visit a tea estate in India someday.
Anything that’s vintage always comes with it’s own unique charm and attraction. Every vintage item can reveal many interesting and mysterious stories. Not because we share memories with them but because they look so extravagant and elegant. It feels like they have a character and history despite the imperfections.
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered— Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before— On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.” Then the bird said “Nevermore.”
– From the poem Raven by the literary genius Edgar Allen Poe.
How many times are you going to enthrall me with your colors, dear nature? Yes, I love the flowers that bloom on you but look at you.. Your leaves are changing colors too. From sweet green to flaming orange and burning red So bright, so bold. How do I stop admiring your wonders? How are you so strikingly beautiful? Look at you stand under the bright blue skies amidst the green meadows, Wearing your red and orange leaves. Yes, the temperatures are dropping but you don’t seem to be afraid. Grounding me to be fierce and hopeful With you all over again.. Hello Autumn, let’s embrace the cold days ahead.
The shape and color of these leaves are just.. ❤ *.*