All caught up. This was a bit of a long process. My first attempt to draw a pine tree turned into a black mudbath, so I whitewashed my journal page, and stuck a piece of torn yellow paper on top and tried again. Looking forward to drawing perfume or something scented tomorrow.
PINE TREES AND THE SKY
Then from the sad west turning wearily, I saw the Pines against the white north sky. Very beautiful, and still, and bending over, their sharp black heads against a quiet sky.
And there was peace in them; and I was happy, and forgot to play the lover, And laughed, and did nolonger wish to die; being glad of you,
O pine-trees and the sky!