Another Poppy

 

Three Poppies

As you are all aware and are no doubt tired of hearing I have painted nothing of any worth at all since my accident. I am sure it is because I am trying too hard and not taking my time.


Yesterday I was down at my plot doing a bit of hoeing and weeding. I felt uplifted as I looked around at the vegetables I have planted. We will from now on, for the rest of the summer be eating our own salads. I have a row of mixed salad leaves and a row of lettuce. The more I pick some of the smaller ones the more the remaining will grow. Soon my neighbours will also be eating fresh grown produce.

I was alone at the plot, usually there is at least one other gardener around, but there I was alone. For an hour and more I gave no thought to painting. As I went to leave just opposite the gate at the side or the exit road was growing four marvellous poppies. It was like a message. Go paint something you love. I took a few pictures with my phone went home and painted just a small section of the blooms.

Just the one because I was sure if I got too adventurous I would manage nothing at all. I kept it small. I used watercolour, something I am not all all competant in using.  It is not anything magnificent but lets hope it is the beginning of something more.

But for now the poppy again is the symbol of hope. It has let me see a small corner of the world in a new way and to give thanks that I at least can see it. I wonder what Andy’s gadget would tell me about its colours.

This blog is linked to my other where I speak of Andy and Eddie.  There are many ways to see