MIA (for a month)

After posting so regularly many of you may wonder what happened to me. ( I often wonder that myself).  My husband I were hired to paint the bedroom and playroom of three little girls ages 4-9.  The bedroom room is huge- approximately 29′ by about 22′.  The playroom is also big but I never took the time to measure.  The girls’ playhouse cottage bunk bed has three full size mattresses in it to give you some idea of the scale. The ceiling is vaulted and goes up about 12-14 feet on the high side.  Well enough writing.  On to the pictures.

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Journey’s Start

It is important to remember when setting out on a journey that things you don’t expect to happen, do indeed happen, and things you do expect, do not. So when Oliver Oldtree and Sneed, his trusty steed, started out on a jaunt to go as far away as either could imagine, it was with that understanding. But try as he might to have no expectations, he did harbor some desires. He truly wished to see the pond his grandfather had visited as a lad in his 200th year. To folks their size it was the size of what is an an ocean to us giants. And he wanted to meet people, strangers, from other villages. And if he could, he wanted to glimpse something he’d heard about called a mountain. Mountains were not visible in the woods where he lived. He could hardly believe that something that enormous existed in the world. So with these desires tucked away in the back of his mind he joyfully and truth be told somewhat fearfully set off what would be the journey of a lifetime.  journeys_startsm

Copyright 2013 Ann Gates Fiser

Returning Home

“Returning Home” graphite 12″ x 9″

On the tenth day of the tenth month in the year of the Owl, Oliver Oldtree arrived home at last. He’d last seen his friends and family six months ago. It started with the realization that after 60 years of staying close to home, he was bored. He wanted to see what was outside the confines of his usual habitat. In short he had a bad case of wanderlust. He’d set out on a walk-a-bout with what he could carry in his backpack and his friend and trusted mount, a field mouse named Sneed. But that is a tale for another time. For this tale is about coming home just in time to avoid the cold winter winds and snow that Oliver was beginning to sense was coming very soon. Not only that, but he was truly homesick for his hearth, his warm bed, and the company of good friends and family. All he could think about was sitting in the pub and having a pint or two and telling the tales of his fantastic journey while his friends listened in rapt attention. After all he had traveled at least five miles there and five miles back. That was an amazing feat for someone who could easily fit in the palm of your hand. Imagine that! And that is the end of this very tiny tale.
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