Gerda’s garden


“What! are there no roses here?” cried Gerda, and she ran out into the garden and examined all the beds, and searched and searched.

There was not one to be found. Then she sat down and wept, and her tears fell just on the place where one of the rose trees had sunk down.







The Snow Queen

2 thoughts on “Gerda’s garden

  1. Dear Clementine,

    It is always a pleasure to admire your paintings. This is spectacular. But I loved also the previous ones; I do not always post a comment, but I find that theuìy are gorgeous!


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