Wild plants and flowers

Walking through the middle of Stoke today, there is a small patch of land next to a car wash that was seeded with wildflowers a few years ago. Every year I walk past and I’m amazed with what springs up. I think the local bees must be happy. Just down the road from there another patch of land in front of a large billboard has become overgrown with buddlea and grass and amazing clover flowers. I hope they don’t get cut down!

Small abstract

Small abstract swirling wave pattern I gifted to someone last year. She has it on display. I don’t remember it being so metallic but it may be the lighting she has used.

I had some modelling paste that I used to build up the surface and make an impasto effect before painting over it. I guess it could crack if it was bumped or knocked. I do love experimenting.

Silver birches

Sunlight on birches

Silver and brown.

Spring is a blooming

In woods and on ground.

Bluebells are over

Now comes the new

Garlands of roses

Covered in dew

Clematis climbing

Lilac are blue

Purple and white

Flowers scented too.

Remember the birches

Other trees shine

Oak tree and walnut

Hornbeam and lime

Oh lovely summer

In you come soon

When sunlight is brightest

At wondrous noon.

#forest

Painted last year from a photo of an autumn wood. I’m in another group of artists on Facebook that does weekly prompts. This week was #tree, #trees, #forest, #forests. What gripped my attention was the russet, orange and bronze leaves on the forest floor and following the contours of the deeply worn pathway through it. Some paler leaves are still clinging to the trees, and the distant foliage is pale blue to send it backwards (I might have used pale grey but I liked using the complimentary colour to the oranges.

Bench

Why are you facing inwards bench?

Can’t you see the beautiful view?

The green and yellow hills

Beyond the fence…

Tiny farmhouses dotted alongside feilds

Sun shining on a golden harvest?

But I look in, said the bench

I see the quarry garden

Dug out of soil and stone

Carved into a bowl

Lined with rhododendrons

Azaleas, beech trees, oaks

Full of colour now, gaudy flowers

A waterfall splashes and ploshes

In the quarry cauldron

Hidden sculptures in maze like paths

Yes beyond the fence is lovely

But the Dorothy Clive garden is special.