But right now, both children are gone, so for a quiet moment, here on day four, I'll take care of day two.
I saw this painting at a silent auction fundraiser months ago. Something about the bird, carrying the wheat across the open plain between the trees spoke to me. (How's that for a run-on?) I had remembered it occasionally since then, but by the time hubby gifted it to me, I had forgotten about it.
He framed it, which had mixed results. It is better in a frame, but the frame is small for the painting, so the surrounding scenery -- the big purple sky & the orchard trees -- is cut out. It is now all about the bird & not so much about the bird in the scene. We both have our doubts, but there is no going back now.
I don't actually know what a big, black, crowned bird on an open plain (I'm sure this is important), carrying wheat really means to me, but I am going to enjoy the process of finding out.
Bird on the Autumn altar.
If you look closely, you can see Freya's seeds in the foreground.
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