The meadow keeps meadowing along with wildflowers and grasses going thru their season an I keep walking thru it taking photos and marvelling at how beautiful it all is.
Right now there are tons of peacock butterfly caterpillars on the ragwort munching away. I can’t wait for them to metamorphose into the beautiful adult forms which will feed off the teasel blossoms before the teasels form seeds and feed the goldfinches.
I was wondering how to capture all of this in art and remembered that tiny autograph book I found at the steam rally.
That little book seemed like the best place to capture the meadow.
It belonged to a child named Clare and she started it in 1954.
I chose the bright yellow ragwort blossoms for the front inside cover and first page.
Watercolours weren’t opaque enough, so I used a little acrylic paint.
Then some wild brambles with their chalky, purple-blue stems.
Wild cherry, which is already starting to colour and drop leaves because it’s been a little too dry lately.
Himalayan balsam. I love how the seed heads pop open to the touch.
On the go right now are evening primrose and morning glory and I have room for 17 more wildflowers…
…while the meadow keeps doing its own thing.
I’m rushing to document it all before the autumn settles in.