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.
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