Beacon Hill wildflowers

Beacon Hill wildflowers (8″ x 10″ oil on raised panel)

A scene from spring in Victoria – the grasses are alive with colour from all kinds of wildflowers while the trees are still bare, waiting for more warmth. Getting all those shades of green is always a challenge and I wanted to hint at the flowers without getting into too much detail.

Tom’s lovely poem perfectly captures that feeling of early spring.

Wet warm showers of April, sweet,
fall between the sprays of light
from the spring-time sun that meets
the rain with promises so bright
they dazzle we who climb the hill
and see the flowers, wild and still
until a gusty breeze ruffs down
their cheery slapdash coloured crowns
and rocks a barren winter oak
whose branches are yet bare and free,
although a tiny bud we see
where the sap has now awoke
beneath blue skies of sun and rain
that bring the world to life again.

image (c) 2019 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2019 TJ Radcliffe

Today’s doodle – spring beauties…

spring beauties
spring beauties

We were walking through the park yesterday and saw some trilliums in bloom. It started me thinking about the wild flowers I used to see when I was young. In particular, there were some called spring beauties which we would see every year in the woods near our home. There would be so many of them that it looked like a light dusting of subtly pinkish snow had fallen and carpeted the ground. These tiny flowers came out quickly in early spring pushing up through the dead leaves and got all their flowering done before the trees leafed out anew blocking all the sunlight to the forest floor. I thought that they were quite common but I haven’t seen them in years – then again, I don’t live in the countryside anymore!

image (cc) 2009 Hilary Farmer