A Hare Friend Painting And when he turned

And when he turned

Tucked away in the bush is a little spot the locals call Quiet Café

every lake needs one slightly rebellious little red boat… just to keep things interesting

Her hands were full of summer’s gold—

The locals just shrug and say

A Hare Friend Painting And when he turnedOil on canvas 76cm x 76cm She wandered where the wild dreams roam, Through fresh farm air and honey homes Her hands were full of summers gold Plums and peaches, ripe and bold. Beneath a tree with branches wide, She nestled in the shade beside, A hare with eyes of autumn hue, Soft and watchful, wise and true. She broke her fruit, a gift so small, Yet in his world, it meant it all. A moment passedno fear, no flight, Two hearts at peace in golden light.