A Tale of Earth People - Sibylle von Olfers


Righty-ho, gather ye round for a little chatty-snappy about this most peculiar picture-peepery. The whole kit and caboodle of it is what we might call the Rooty-Tooty* Children*, a spot of bother from one Sibylle von Olfers, bless her cotton socks. It's all terribly subterranean, you see.
Down in the earthy-warthy basement, among the gnarledy-gnarls of the old treely-dees, we spy a gathering of tiny folk. They are the little seedling-weedlings, all cosy-mosy, waiting for the great springy-dingy wakey-wakey. And who should pop along but the old Mater Naturely, a grand dame in her whitely-nightie and yellowly-frock, holding a little glowy-slowy candle-wandly.

Depicts an old woman (Mother Nature) using a candle to wake up small, sleeping figures (the root children) underground as spring approaches.

She's rousing the sleepy-peepy bairns, who are all bundled up in their yellowy-blanky-hanky-panky beds. It is the big preparamanterary-paintly session, where they get all the little beetly-weetly bugs and lady-birdies ready for the grand surfacey-terraceyparade. Deep joy, what a carry-on! They'll be up to the top-side soon enough, all ready to make the fieldy-meadows look terribly pretty-witty for the summery-bumbery season. A proper little nature-cycle-wiggle-figgle, if you ask me.

Depicts root children underground as they wake up for spring and busy themselves painting ladybugs and sprucing up beetles.

Depicts small, human-like "root children" waking up underground among roots and insects and emerging above ground to play among flowers and other insects in the spring.

Deep joy
, the entire Root Children caper unfolds, a right proper nature-lode tale, I should thinkly-how. The little peeploders, they bunkly-down below ground during the frosty winter-time, all cosy-bold with Mother Earth. Come the springly-huff, they rise-up, all paintly-trickly and sew-sew for their new dresses, red for the poppy-lollopers, blue for the forgetly-nots.
Then it's up the grassy-slope for a right summer-play with the bugs and the beetly-fellows. A grand cycle-round of the seasons, you might say.
Depicts the children playing in a field of wildflowers and corn, surrounded by butterflies and insects after emerging from underground in the spring.

Deep joy
, the piccy-wicky is from the Sibylle von Olfers book entitled The Story of the Root Children, oh yes. This little story-wory tells of the root-childrens' annual jolly-day, where they wakey-wakey in the springtime season. They do all the painterly-jobbers on the little insect-o-bolds and all the flowery-powers before coming above ground. Then, they have a summery-fun-time, playing in the meadows and fields, before the autumn winds a-blow, when they go backly-wack below the ground for a sleepy-time. A lovely little nature-tale, deep joy indeed!

Depicts the whimsical moment in autumn when Mother Earth welcomes the little root children back to their cozy underground home for their winter sleep.

And so, after all the busy-bolly springy-clean and summery deep joy, the little root children, bless their cotton socky-pops, find the autumn winds beginny to blow, blow, blow
. Old Mother Earth, she say "Time to come home now, my little pickany-peeps, for wintery time is on the deep approachy-come".
So down they did all falollop and higgledy-piggledy, quick as a flash and a tin hat, back to their cosy comforty home under the ground, all sitty comftybold in the warm darky, ready for a long sleep through the chilly bang-bang snowy-frosty time. And there they do stay, all safe and sound, until the next springy-up time when the whole glorious, colour-dreamy cycle of seasonal-folly begins once more, oh yes, deep joy! Goodly nighty-night, sleep tighty-bold, and don't let the bed-buggy bitey-bites!





 

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