I learned the legend of the blue bottle tree from the venerated Storyteller, Kathryn Wyndham, of Selma, Alabama. The legend, originating with the African slaves, is that the blue bottles ward off evil spirits, who fly into the blue bottles at night and are trapped, then evaporated with the morning sun. If you're vigilant, you may still see blue bottle trees in the gardens of the south. I may have shared this story before in response to a challenge at Mixed Media Monday over a year ago, but I couldn't resist repeating it. I hope you've enjoyed hearing about it!
NOTE TO OUR ARTISTS:
It is with immense sadness Ann and I report that our very dear friend, Marie Markham, passed away this morning after a year-long battle with illness following her surgery a year ago. Marie and I met on a pen pal site in 1999 and have communicated almost daily since then. She was the driving force in establishing our three digital art challenge blogs--Take a Word , Three Muses, and Digitalmania. Our friend, Ann Baker from the UK, joined us and we three friends who have never met managed the three blogs for over ten years. Ann and I have continued to manage them during Marie's illness. We have sorely missed her talent and wit. We know you join us in extending our deepest sympathy to Marie's family in Perth.