The first of March, and our garden is purple and gold with crocuses, and the tiny miniature daffodils act out Wordsworth’s poem in the chilly, bright blue breeze. I imagine the fields by moonlight like a great Moonchild coming up out of the body of the Earth.
This is SO beautiful. Followed you here from Scribbles Adiago.
Now I’m on my way to look at more of your art.
sandy
Ah, yes, not only is the drawing very well done, quite beautiful, the type and the poem is art as well. I wonder if Mikey could do something with this as a print. I know some people who would like a copy. 🙂
That’s funny because it looks so awkward to me that I almost didn’t post it…