The Forest

 I am extraordinarily lucky. I live within the sound of the river and have a forest of old beech and ash, oak and pine hawthorn and rowan on my doorstep. It has been my sanity and my magic.

The forest and its creatures are my extended family, my neighbours, my kin.

And so here is another little forest lullaby painting, a pipe smoking rabbit from the forest.

One puff for sorrow,

two puffs for wonder

three puffs for magic

four puffs for slumber