To acknowledge and celebrate both these important days, I
thought it would be an appropriate moment to post a little poem with
accompanying sketch that I put together about 6 years ago during our time in
France. Spring came a little earlier in the Pays de la Loire and
was a wonderful period - we have a lovely collection of photos and memories of
our garden which was really at its best during those months.
Here
in Lincolnshire I've been out enjoying the recent warmer temperatures and
sunshine - walking in the fields and lanes and really appreciating the
blossoms, flowers and hedgerows coming into bud and bloom.
My
poem follows, plus the daffodil sketch alongside, also our present kitchen
windowsill, and a close-up of crocuses.
The
March artist
In March the artist re-appears with easel, brush and palette,
he
sits in hedgerows, banks and bushes noting every move and moment...
in
all shades of yellow amongst the freshest and brightest of greens,
with
hints of violet and splashes of white, he paints and records the changing
scene.
Against
a canvas bare and brown he dabs with pointillistic strokes...
a
heady blend of expectation and excitement with his skill he cleverly evokes.
It
seems a long time since we saw such colour,
through
dreary months of winter slumber,
and
now we are suddenly awakened
as
each day the intensity deepens and strengthens...
There's
an urgency not to miss a thing -
for
it's well-known – the brevity of Spring.
We
are all invited to the artist's amazing gratis exhibition,
presented each year anew for our delight and appreciation!
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