This is a beautiful watercolour painting by my Mum to go on my Grandma's order of service.
To be accompanied by a little poem that my Grandad remembers from infant school:
The little sweeps of fairy land
sweep all their chimneys well
but where they get their brushes from
you'd find it hard to tell.
But I can tell you if you like
because I saw today
A little brownie running by to put his brush away.
He went to where the poppies grew
and back the petals shook
and then he put his brush inside
you'll find it if you look.
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