Monday, 29 July 2013

It's in the detail

I had forgotten how much pleasure I get from simply drawing.

Monday, 8 July 2013

Sunday, 7 July 2013

From the early morning to the late evening sun

Farndon Nature Reserve

Lotus Eating

Blackberries in waiting

Dog Roses

Frittilaria in the morning
Late evening nectar gathering 

Woodthorpe Park wild flower meadow

Some of the blues

Yellow vetch

a perfect sphere

The view from the grass

What a golf course and football pitch should look like

The meadow grasses sweet

Friday, 5 July 2013

A feeling for bees

Once upon a time there was a small child, with sunshine hair and big eyes.  This boy had a thing about bees and when he found a bumble bee he would stroke the soft fuzz along it's back.  Not once, not ever did he get stung.

 Over the years the sunshine boy grew, knees and feet faster than boy sometimes.  He still had a feeling for bees though.

"What have you found?"
"It's a bumble bee; it's tired."
"Be careful in case it stings."
"It won't"

Cradling the bee on the tip of his finger, the boy carefully carried it.  Away from the barren and dusty kerb and towards the green of the garden.  Gently tipping his finger forwards, the boy coaxed the tired bee to leave him.  Into the heart of the flower, where food was waiting, the boy returned his bumble bee to a place of safety.  Not once, not ever did he get stung.  My boy has a feeling for bees.

For his Godmother, Sarah, who always loved that her Godson stroked bees.