She comes bearing stars But where does she go? Does the lady harvest or does she sow? It's up to you to decide, really. I think she's sowing, but if you were to think of the poem 'Wynken, Blynken and Nod' Perhaps here the stars are no longer herring-fish, but apples of gold and silver, gathered by an elven queen... Or maybe not. Acrylic on Wall, in the stained glass style. Apologies for bad photo quality.