Burnished Branch

Watercolor painting of oak tree, its autumn leaves

Limited Edition: 75

Before heading south after a Thanksgiving week-end with friends in the Muskokas, we cut over to Dorset on Highway 35 to see the view from the old fire lookout.

It was puzzling to see so many acorns lying beneath an oak tree! Where were the squirrels?

Picking up a short branch that had fallen from one of the pin oaks, I marvelled at the beautifully positioned caps--empty bowls--of the acorns, traced on the inside with delicate gold. Their golden lustre is captured for you in the watercolor painting.

On the farm where I grew up, a gigantic oak tree guarded the bend in the river as it headed toward the woods. When my sisters and I went with our mother on an outing to collect autumn leaves, we'd spend some time by the oak tree. It was a white oak, and its lobes were rounded rather than pointed. Mother made crowns for us by fastening the stem of one oak leaf into the end of another!