"A flower of childhood
we’d pass days in your haze
of intricate white
muddled into the long grass
green to white to green;
young in years but rich in time
lost in play and thick as thieves
in your wooded world
you’d nod to the fields beyond".
Tuesday 29 May 2012
Cow Parsley
I have spent most of the past week frantically sewing binding onto pieces of work needed for a talk and exhibitions. Some of them have needed this for about a year. I thought I would share some images of my favorite flower. At the moment the roadside verges have not been cut back. I know this limits your vision as a driver but I just love the cow parsley gently moving in the wind.
This is my lane looking right from the house.
A close up of cow parsley.I do keep wondering what would happen if I bundle it up with fabric. One way to find out...
I love the structure which inspires my work
This was taken last year but it is one of my favorite images.
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I adore cow parsley. Al weeds it out of the garden but I let it enjoy itself there, it's so structural and delicate too, wonderful.
ReplyDeleteHello from Michigan, I just discovered your lovely blog. The flowers you call cow parsley look to me Queen Anne Lace. vbg They are a beautiful wildflower. Hugs Judy
ReplyDeleteHi I love cow parsley to paint in watercolours. Like your evening pic and the poem.
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