#plum tree

[petitworld]

Capitol Hill, Washington D.C., USA by Gina

[claypigeonpottery]

both sold

two very similar jars; one rabbits, one foxes. I honestly can't choose my favourite, they both turned out so pretty.

I like that the plum tree life cycle doesn't completely line up with the animals'. they're connected, but still different

[awakeningthevioletswithin]

Ripening

Watercolor On Black Paper

2022, 40"x 30"

Plums

[lilacsinthedooryard]

Victor Richardson (Ireland b 1952)

Red Bud Trees

[nozkphotography]

Ofuna flower park, Kamakura city, Kanagawa pref.

January, 27th, 2024

[classic-asian-art]

A Red Plum Branch against the Summer Moon by Utagawa Hiroshige (Color woodblock print; uchiwa-e)

[deniz-mehtap]

çocukluğumdan beri En sEvdiğim dalından yeni koparılmışı tatmak olmuştur...

[huariqueje]

Rose and Plum  -   María Moreno, 1979.

Spanish, b. 1933 -

Oil on board ,  53 x 60 cm.

[mims-sensei]

Plum tree or cherry tree? No clue honestly, pink is just a cute colour 🤷

[nobeerreviews]

Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.

--'Walt Whitman

[1five1two]

Kano Sansetsu.

[claypigeonpottery]

I’m terrified to see how this beast turns out. the painting took so long but I want it to turn out like this piece:

and if it works it’ll be worth it 🤞🏼

[awakeningthevioletswithin]

Whisper Soft

Watercolor On Black Cotton Paper

2024, 10"x 8"

White Plum Blossoms

Private Collection

[weepingfoxfury]

Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday ... a story day in Tuesdayville ...

There once was a lady of burgeoning years. Rotund, gregarious and with a distinct dislike for the outside world. Instead of going out, she stayed in ... and as she stayed in all of the time, people knew exactly where to find her.

People brought her all sorts of things ... material, old toys, and beautiful oddments of a this and that nature. The old lady mostly sat upon her settee, her legs at rest in one position or another ... but her eyes and her hands were constantly in motion bringing new life into all that surrounded her. She made all manner of things for those that she met ... and these wondrous creations would then find their way to people that she would never meet.

Days, months, years and people passed and her hands moved faster and faster whilst her legs continued to remain still. In between her endeavours she would eat plums. Plum after plum after plum passed her lips. She popped them in whole, her tongue and her teeth working the flesh from the stones. With each swallow, she would then turn her head and spit the plum stone behind her settee.

The pile increased ... time passed ... and one day, as she worked away, a tree began to grow. The faster her fingers moved, the faster the tree's growth ... and all the while her motionless legs became smaller and smaller and smaller ... until, they vanished with a small popping sound.

The old lady's hands stopped.

She put down her work.

She turned her head, gazed at the tree, her eyes following it to it's fullest height. She smiled the widest of smiles. Then grabbed hold of a branch and began to haul herself up the tree. Up and up and up she went until she was gone from view.

[lilacsinthedooryard]

 Camille Pissarro ( 1830 - 1903 )

 Plum Trees in Blossom, Éragny  1894

[oboro-zuki]

Bought a glass dip pen today and I drew my grandma’s plum tree!!