Siesta

In the drowsy heat of the summer afternoon the Red House was taking its siesta. There was a lazy murmur of bees in the flower-borders, a gentle cooing of pigeons in the tops of the elms. From distant lawns came the whir of a mowing-machine, that most restful of all country sounds; making ease the sweeter in that it is taken while others are working.

-A.A Milne

1.2 x1.5m, Original Art Painting, Acrylic on Linen, Australian Raw Oak Timber Shadowbox Frame, ready to hang