DEAR SMALL FOLK

Evening Post, Volume CXXII, Issue 22, 25 July 1936, Page 20

DEAR SMALL FOLK

The Weather Man has surely come to the package marked "Grey Days." Let's hope he scatters them all at once. Above a bank oj sullen clouds the sun shows his face occasionally, very proudly, because it is a shining face, newly washed by three days of showers. The hills are playing "let's pretend we're anything but hills" as they lurk behind a screen of mist, thrusting their peaks above it in places, then disappearing again, taking the shapes of giant, crouching animals or castle fortresses as the sun comes and goes, drawing pale ribbons of lig/il across the grey waters Arbor Day poems and stories are arriving with- every mad but still we need more drawings. Have any of you young artists tried to make tree silhouettes? Slender trunks 'and a tracery of leaves make dainty black and white sketches. Look about your gardens for leaves of different shapes and sizes and work them into your drawings. "The Spotted Drowssq/c" has made a tree puzzle specially for our Arbor Day Page and I know it is going to set the puzzle-finders guessing. My love to you all and a hearty welcome to twelve new mushrooms, owners! FAIRIEL.