‘Held’
Held in the warm blanket of fallen leaves..
She closes her eyes and rests in the comforting embrace of her long tail.
Safe.
Hidden amongst the foxgloves, ferns and mushrooms she can rest.
Just for a while.
Sometimes we all need to be held.
Little Helga sleeps in a one of a kind box, hand drawn with pyrography by me. She is held in flaura coloured by a hint of ink and a touch of gold. Her fern is a real pressed fern leaf from our ancient Dorset woods.
Helga’s box is approx X
‘Held’
Held in the warm blanket of fallen leaves..
She closes her eyes and rests in the comforting embrace of her long tail.
Safe.
Hidden amongst the foxgloves, ferns and mushrooms she can rest.
Just for a while.
Sometimes we all need to be held.
Little Helga sleeps in a one of a kind box, hand drawn with pyrography by me. She is held in flaura coloured by a hint of ink and a touch of gold. Her fern is a real pressed fern leaf from our ancient Dorset woods.
Helga’s box is approx X
