In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.
Thanks, Leslee. I thought of taking a photo but decided it was better to let people draw the picture in their imaginations...I'm glad it worked for you.
Swiftly you gift us words for remembering and reminding us to pay attention to all the grandeur God has provided.
Thank you.
Blessings.
Posted by: magnolia | January 17, 2011 at 02:30 PM
This is my favorite so far, although the drawing of the blueberries was wonderful.
Posted by: mary | January 17, 2011 at 09:05 PM
Thank you, Magnolia; thank you, Mary.
Posted by: Beth | January 18, 2011 at 09:48 AM
These are lovely, Beth. And I can picture the confectionary roof, the pistachio-colored copper, your breaths in the frigid air.
Posted by: Leslee | January 18, 2011 at 03:07 PM
Thanks, Leslee. I thought of taking a photo but decided it was better to let people draw the picture in their imaginations...I'm glad it worked for you.
Posted by: Beth | January 18, 2011 at 03:29 PM