On our drive to Mommal's today Ivy said, "Mama, all the trees are so pointy."
Most of the leaves are gone by now, the chill outlasts the sun's heat just by a smidge. She was afraid they'd "poinch me if I get too close." And we imagined them bending down at night, as forks to the leaves to cover up like a blanket. But by morning the wind would knock them down again.
Or if I were a painter or someone could illustrate the book, could you see them, points up, catching whatever leaves came upon the breeze. The many colors and kinds they'd collect, until another gust comes along and takes their clothes to another tree.
Nothing ever sticks for long, it all falls away. Until the spring when they grow again.
As seen on Ivy...
- tee- mini boden
- long-sleeved tee- tea collection
- skirt- rosemary's cuppa
- finished leg warmers (scenester legwarmers pattern from Boho Knits - I'm determined to knit through that entire book!)
[Linking up - Small Style]