Category: Hickory House


September on Snow Mountain

In September, snow mountain was still in various greens with a hint of gold awaiting the blaze of vibrant colors to come. The maple trees swayed in the gentle breeze, their leaves just thinking about turning a brilliant shade of red and orange. The sun illuminated the golden fields, and Alice grabbed her tote with her sketchbook, a soft blanket, a thermos of hot … Read More September on Snow Mountain

+ Snowy Titmouse Elizabeth Gleason Oil Painting

Snowy Titmouse

​​​​​​​​​​​​​​My little friend, I hear your song. “Good Morning,” I say. You look up at me and shake the downy snow from your feathers. A moment later you fly away, maybe tomorrow we will meet again.