You draw the tree and in doing so you notice daffodils are blooming a full month early! And one must, simply MUST draw the daffodils too.
Or you imagine a large Oak tree and in drawing it, mice show up busily making a merry life all around while a friendly Owl watches over them.
On and on each drawing woos and entices you to keep drawing and even to draw the space around you or the people sitting nearby.
This is just the way it is. When you draw, there will be more to draw. And you’ll find yourself so in love with drawing your world, whether real or imagined, that you fall asleep thinking of tomorrow’s tree, or whether you’ll have time for a few more drawings than just the one daily tree drawing.
Like Frost’s poem about swinging on birches…I too would like to go…perhaps by climbing it…but preferably by drawing the birch tree…
…draw the black branches up the snow-white trunk that leads my gaze toward heaven as I keep drawing until my page can bear no more…💕
One could do worse than be a draw-er of trees. It will lead to all kinds of adventures in a sketchbook.😃