She neither spoke nor laughed but kept steadily at her work.
Sweet and dainty as a pink rosebud
Drown Your Sorrows
Light the Way
"I dare not tell you," the girl answered sadly
The way is long and dark and it goes both through fire and water
She came to the tree where the dove had been
So she started out, keeping her eyes ever on the sky in hope of seeing the six swans
There stands an old tree
The dove showed the girl the way to the little house in the wood.
The rabbits came to eat from their hands
Mini drawings
“What must be done, can be done,” she thought to herself.
The leaves of which were silver and gold that flashed and sparkled
The grateful creatures had picked up the millet seed
When the shell was opened, the gold ring was found inside
The maiden went at once to gather nettles
A curious whispering of soft voices
Bushtit study
Chickadee study 2
Bushtit study 2
Fawn study
Bunny study
Junco study
Apple blossom study
You must make the thread yourself
She was changed into a bird
The fox met him and said, “You now have everything you desire.”
She began to sing some curious words
You will find something at the roots
As soon as she said this the needle sprang from her fingers
Silver that shimmered like moonbeams
Diving into the stream, it soon returned with a hazelnut
The vision remained in the mirror only a moment
If, by chance, the girls were caught in the forest at night
Maple study
Thread study
Feather study
And they took all the feathers and made a coat of them
Be bold, be bold; but not too bold
...Lest that your heart's blood should run cold
We shall lead them into the darkest part of the forest
Rabbit study
Barn swallow study
Chestnut backed chickadee digital study
Pileated woodpecker study
White crowned sparrow study
Chickadee study
Kinglet study
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