The wild growing honeysuckle is in bloom in the neighborhood. The bees and hummingbirds have found it way before I spotted it the other morning while on my walk. I cut a small vine entwined around the dead tree branch covered with lichen then brought both back to the house to sketch. The bees and hummingbirds will not notice the few sweet blooming flowers missing from their cache.
The script on the sketch turned out blurry after being scanned; it reads as follows:
“The pleached bower where honeysuckles, ripened by the sun, forbid the sun to enter.” wm. Shakespeare
Leslie, I’m glad the paintings come across to viewers my love for nature. It is true. Can’t get interested in non living subjects to paint.
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Your sketches, paintings and botanicals always reflect your love of nature. Beautiful.
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Thanks for you kind comment, Jet. I love connecting poems with art.
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A loving and gentle post, SWI — beautiful sketch, sweet spring.
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It certainly is a colorful time of the year to make your spirit hop and skip like a kid full of memories and plans for the summer fun ahead.
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Shakespeare and Spring perfect companions, your drawing is beautiful.
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All sweet, the blossoms, their entangle, the beloved fliers that seek them, the bemused naturalist who hesitantly removes a bit, the sketch that evokes many childhood memories, the Bard’s share, and even that spot-on name, ‘honeysuckle.’
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