I love purple! It reminds me of the old grapevine that grew by my mother's clothes line, and the clusters of sweet purple grapes, bursting with flavor and warmed by the sun.....an afternoon feast for a barefoot child, some eventually finding their way into shining jars of grape jelly on the shelves in mother's fruit cellar.
I could not find the source for this photo, but its accompanying words by Chief Seattle are so profound, I felt compelled to use it. He was such a wise old fellow. His quotes carry such wisdom. It is our shame his people were treated so unfairly.
I learned a new word quite by accident when I created this piece....magniloquence! I've never heard the word before. What a fun addition to the vocabulary. The background pieces here were Pinterest freebies, the maiden is from an illustration by John Rae. Thanks for your visit!
This is actually a photo of my parents in their courting days. My father's nickname for my mother was Maggie, so the words of the old song seemed appropriate. When I saw the theme was "Love", the photo came to mind. Thank you for visiting!
My mother grew up in Southern Illinois. She used to tell stories of gypsies who camped in the river bottoms below her home. She said her father used to take her and her brothers and sisters for buggy rides to the gypsy camp, where he liked to talk and/or trade horses with the men. She remembered the camps as being busy and happy places, with women busy about the campfires, and the children running and playing. I wish I remembered more of her stories. The newspaper article background above was googled, and the gypsy girl is from Goddess Life via Pinterest. Thanks for your visit!