Wednesday, 22 April 2009
I've finally got around to posting Fimbrethil, who is busying herself with the 'lesser trees', the 'meads in the sunshine' and the fruits of the earth. I've painted her, as Treebeard describes her, 'bent and browned' with hair 'parched by the sun to the hue of ripe corn' and cheeks 'like red apples'. Underneath the painting it says:
When honey spills, and apple swells, though wind be in the west,
I'll linger here beneath the Sun, because my land is best.
If only we had the entwives tending the good earth and nurturing it for us still.
Happy Earth Day!