stories and illustration

Late Flowering


The foliage of this flower, which I pass as I am going out the back gate, is  cadmium red and maroon tined with oxide of chromium green, but the hydrangea flower, which I had originally tagged as a rhododendron, has kept its greeny-white bloom unmarked by rust, and it shines out against the little gold leaves of the background plant. I used to think hydrangeas were commonplace flowers, but think this no more. Today I had a big wasp flying groggily around the studio, quite on its last wings, I lifted it off to the damp outdoors. We cleared out a cupboard and found a tiny daddy-long-legs in an old soup tureen. But these are remnants of insects. There was the sound of feet skittering away in the attic; but they have now ceased, hopefully we won’t have our waterpipes chewed this year. Blackbirds are back in the garden, so when I throw out the apple cores, by the next day they are quite eaten away.

November 16, 2014 - Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , ,

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