Bright flowers, whose home is everywhere
Bold in maternal nature’s care
And all the long year through the heir
Of joy and sorrow,
Methinks that there abides in thee
Some concord with humanity,
Given to no other flower I see
The forest through.
- William Wordsworth
Acrylic on primed canvas panel – 9″ × 12″
Some left-over blue paint from my palette when I did the lighthouse. I couldn't just waste the paint so I was off on a new adventure again with my acrylics!
Two daisies from my garden (Tarlton, Gauteng, South Africa) in a blue bottle on my kitchen table.
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