It has been a fine May in Clutchpen. I offer you a small drawing of Miss Flibberty Ribbit greeting a cordial specimen of Aquilegia canadensis. Please linger over a cup of tea!
The wild red columbine
I met while I was hiking,
I introduced it to myself
And found it to my liking
I first encountered this wildflower while hiking in the mountains. It was a woodland wisp, competing for sun and soil. I, having never seen the showy blossoms before, was completely taken with it. Luckily, it grows freely in this corner of Clutchpen.
Here is the above drawing, before color. Please forgive any lack of botanical accuracy. I captured the columbine’s friendly expression as well as I was able.
When I thought of illustrating my flower ditty, inspiration struck on the back of a note card.
Bits of scrap paper and card, and the odd used envelope are some of my favorite sketching surfaces. Pocket-sized drawing pads are excellent, too. There are three reasons I like to work in these little spaces:
- It allows an economy of precious art supplies.
- It allows an economy of pocket-sized scraps of free time.
- The private nature of small work allows unfettered creativity.
Now, on to the flowers of Clutchpen! Here are some discoveries from a recent “expotition” as Christopher Robin says:
Native Miami Mist (Phacelia purshii) has made a good and welcome showing this year. More flowers on this annual mean more seeds for next year’s crop! The fringed petals resemble a frayed cloth edge. Bees like them, and my Reader’s Digest North American Wildlife book says, charmingly, that Phacelias “yield a flavorsome honey.”
We have daisies galore! There is the European Oxeye (Leucanthemum vulgare) and the more petite native Daisy Fleabane (Erigeron linearis). You may spot pink fleabanes amongst the white.
The glamorous Blue-Eyed Grass (Sisyrinchium augustifolium) is not a grass at all, but a dainty member of the iris family. A sweetly harmless hoverfly takes its fill of nectar.
I could go on all day about flowers, but there is another economy which I should mind, and that is an economy of words! One recently penned poem and I’m off.
O Sprightly May
She slips away
But faithfully returns
To bring each year
Some flowery cheer
And frolics ‘mid the ferns
O May so bright
She takes her flight
But softly back she creeps
To grace the dew
With sparkling hue
And night, with trills and peeps
O May you jewel
You fleeting fool
Please ever do come home
To place a flower
In every hour
And fireflies, in the gloam
Write a good one!