“Where every flower that was not a buttercup was a daisy “.
Thomas Hardy (Far from the Madding Crowd)
It’s June and the sun is warm – my daughter Sam and I are painting in my garden. A shared art experience.
The birds are singing their hearts out – blackbirds, robins, thrushes and green finches fly in and out of the elderflowers and bees gather on the comfrey.
My garden is a garden of wild flowers and trees – roses and geraniums, the gentle colours mixed together like a romantic painting. Gardening for wildlife and Zen painting – what could be better?
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