Bee and wildflower.
After a couple of failed attempts, we finally managed to plant the most glorious wildflower meadow. It was marvellous to watch as month by month a different sea of colour would emerge as flower by flower the meadow grew and evolved. Needless to say, the wildlife loved it. There were flocks of Goldfinches who fed on the thistle down, pheasants and even the occasional deer who nestled down to doze amongst the blooms. But it was the bees who really inspired me, who knew there were so many different varieties! They would practically roll in the pollen and appeared to be almost drunk!
I was busy sketching them when I noticed one poor bee drowning in my two old horses water trough. I scooped him out and put him on a tea-plate in my studio window to dry off. When he appeared fluffy and dry again, I was just about to open the doors and let him fly back into the meadow when he wandered off the plate and fell into a cobweb! It took me a good half an hour’s work with an old water colour brush to pick the web of his wings but when I’d done, I set him free and he flew off into the flowers with his friends. By that time I’d got to know him well enough to name him Bartram. I hope he make you smile as much as it made me smile to see him flying away no worse for ware from his little adventure.