Mimi Andrews ventured into the hidden birch copse within Inkhart Woods, her basket in hand for All Hallows Eve’s foraging. The ancient trees whispered enchantments as she gathered mystical herbs and mushrooms, ready to weave spells and brew potions for a night of magic and mystery. Wesleyville Collection Paintings
Portraits
Duncan Bartlet
Duncan Bartlet could never do a card trick like his Uncle Cyrus nor fend off the lions with sheer tenacity like Ungle Gunter, but he could wield a paintbrush like none other.
Nick’s Rosy Cheeks
Rosy cheeks buffeted by the blowing snow, Nick walked toward his waiting sleigh. Pulling his heavy jacket close about his face, he prepared for the evening’s journey. Undaunted by the coming weather, he brushed the snow off the cushioned seat and sat, ready saying aloud, “Fly my reindeer into the night. We have gifts to bring to all the world.” Then the sleigh leaped into the starry sky swiftly with purpose it rose until it merged with the twinkly stars.