There are blooms everywhere around here. More than enough to make a crown of them.
Scores to fill fields and hillsides,
And little vases.
A new painting of a lady planting out her annuals as her white dog and bird look on. There's someone else near the greenhouse too. Its called Ghost Garden.
I've been reading this book by Molly Peacock. Its about a lady who at 72 began to make paper collages of flowers, so exquisite and lifelike its difficult to tell they are paper. She invented the genre of paper collage and the book is fascinating as this all takes place in the 1770's.