I'm loving this painting. And my stripped pjs. It is for our Tree of Life show (the painting, I'm not wearing my stripped pjs to the gallery). I think my very busy life is suppressing the poet in me. Hmmm... Satchel Tree, Satchel Tree. Open the flap and you will see, my Satchel carries the fruit from my Tree. Tree Satchel, Tree Satchel. Close the bag, can you tell? The fruit is fragile in my canvas Satchel.
Did Satchel just become a weird word for you too? I had to look it up to make sure I was still spelling it right. I assure you, it is correct. Unfortunately, I am going to work on the painting, not my poetry just now. Sorry, I'll make it up to you soon.