Most of the flowers I have drawn have been seen on various visits to lovely places around Britain. The lupins at the RSPB Minsmere were a sight to behold, the sanfoin from a little meadow (Hutchinson's Bank) I discovered near Croydon, of all places. The blue geraniums are from the wildflower garden at work, the mallow, well from everywhere. During August there wasn’t a place I visited that didn’t have mallow. The Sweet William is a cheat. I do have it in my garden, but I’ve also had it in a vase. I’ve never seen White rosebay in the wild, but my friend Juliet has a marvellous display of it in her rather beautiful garden in Hampshire. The crocuses come up every year in my garden. The first bit of colour after the dark days. They come up haphazardly all over the garden, I think the squirrels have replanted them and they are always a welcome sight. The promise of spring.
I cannot draw the plants without thinking about their survival. They need pollinators. The solitary bee homes are there to remind us of this.