On Memorial Day, Toad Hollow burned bright with red poppies. Frogs paused, rabbits listened, and swallows stitched the sky. In Wesleyville, animals gathered quietly, honoring the hush beneath color. Wind moved like a prayer, and the field remembered, blooming courage, rest, and gentle magic for all who passed watchful hearts. Wesleyville Collection I’ve always loved […]
Toad Hollow Meadow
Savoring the Wind
In the heart of Toad Hollow, a fox danced amidst the tumultuous gusts of a summer storm. With each playful leap, he relished the sensation of the wind rushing through his fur, tousling it in a chaotic dance. The sky crackled with lightning as dark clouds raced overhead, signaling the impending downpour. The fox’s playful […]
Keep Quiet Summer Clouds
Julia’s heart raced as ominous clouds gathered overhead, signaling an impending summer thunderstorm. Julia sprinted across the meadow, warning the gathering summer clouds to “Keep Quiet!” The air crackled with tension as the first raindrops fell. Julia, fueled by urgency, finally arrived, breathless but relieved and not completely drenched. She relaxed on her porch and was thankful the pumpkins in the field would get some much-needed water.
The Little House
Nary a sound comes from yonder among those trees, even though a withered old man lives there all these years. The small wisps of smoke billowing from the chimney is the only sign of life.
The Crescent Moon
The October moon, a crescent orange glow, emerged through stormy clouds. Its eerie radiance cast dancing shadows on Toad Hollow meadow. Thunder rumbled, and raindrops tapped a haunting rhythm. Nature’s spectacle, a moonlit storm, painted an unforgettable masterpiece in the ink-black canvas of the night sky. Toad Hollow Oil Paintings – Wesleyville Stories