Description
Listening to: Le Petit Fleur by Jill Barber
I have hidden
Better than anywhere else
In the garden of my heart
A little flower.
When life
At times betrays me
You remain my happiness
Little flower
I’m a dryad living in an old pine, or a little brown wood-elf hiding under a crinkled leaf. That white birch you caught me kissing is a sister of mine. The only difference is, she’s a tree and I’m a girl, but that’s no real difference.
— L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea
I was supposed to draw something more spring-summer ish but for some reason, the colors look more like autumn. Oh well. Also, this took me a whole day to finish and I am so glad.
Tools: Watercolor, Pencils