The Land of Melting Shadows: Where Raisins Become Grapes

The Land of Melting Shadows

There once was a land, no further away than your imagination. A Land where the Trees’ whispers can be heard on the wind. And the squirrels chitter and chatter as they scamper to and fro amongst the branches - playing their endless game of tag.

A Land where the Brooks babble endlessly amid fern covered banks. Fish and Tadpoles play a game of Leapfrog in the clear, cool water and Turtles sunbathe nearby.

A Land where the tall Grasses sway in the breeze as if dancing to a distant tune. Wild flowers wave their petals at the busy Bees who fly by; Beckoning to them. Enticing them.

A Land where the Deer graze peacefully in the lush, green valleys. A Land where the Birds and the Faeries gather in the bushes of an evening to share the day's gossip. And the Frog serenade, with Cricket accompaniment, continues well into the night.

A Land where the morning sun melts the night into the shadows of the day. And at sunset the shadows melt into night. But there are times when the shadows melt into things best left to one’s imagination.

A Land of Melting Shadows.

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Where Raisins Become Grapes

The art of Minimiam

4 comments:

the dogs' mother said...: very, very creative!; February 9, 2014 at 8:04 AM
Introverted Art said...: og my this is genius, I especially lie the last one where they seem to be blowing up the grapes.; February 9, 2014 at 10:48 AM
Justine’s Halloween said...: How fun! I love the picture of the little guy mowing the kiwi. :); February 9, 2014 at 12:21 PM
Birdie said...: I want to find these miniatures and create my own little world. I love them!; February 9, 2014 at 2:17 PM

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