The scent of a Spring flower, who's petals are as soft as a baby's touch. I see them now pushing forwards into the world of ice and snow, under driving rain and relentless wind, yet this fragile beauty, this gift of Spring endures. I try to capture them with my paints, but there is no smell, and the touch of the paper is a poor substitute for a leaf or a petal. The magic of nature maybe taken so much for granted, but it is such a gift for us all!! This small exercise shows me that nothing I do can ever capture such precious beauty.
I hope you all have Spring flowers to surround yourselves with dear friends.
Hugs Lynn xx