Bush Vetch.-Diam: nearly 1/2 in. ; length over 1/2 in. ; flowers dull, pale purple, about 4 in a nearly sessile raceme ; sepals 5 ; petals 5, unequal ; stamens 10 ; leaflets 5-8 pairs ovate ; hedges ; 1-3 ft. (v.c.)
Sunday, January 31, 2016
Monday, January 25, 2016
Identifying Wild Flowers
Chicory or Succory.-Heads diam: 1 1/2 in: pale blue ; florets all ray, strap-shaped ; bracts 8, with outer smaller ones ; lower leaves 6-8 in., as in Dandelion, upper oblong, clasping ; stem angles, grooved, strong ; waysides ; 1-3 ft. (L.)
Saturday, January 16, 2016
How To Find & Name Wild Flowers
Scentless Mayweed.-Diam: of heads 1 3/8in ; rays white, disc yellowish-green ; leaves twice pinnatifid, with hair-like segments ; disc nearly flat ; waste places ; 6-20in. (v.c.)
Great Hairy Willow Herb.-Diam: nearly 1in. ; length 3/4in. ; sepals 4 ; petals 4 ; stamens 8 ; stigma 4-cleft ; leaves opposite, hairy, lanceolate, clasping, 3 1/2in ; river-sides and other wet places; 4-6ft. (c.)
This week I bought a stunning book with woodcut prints
and it has inspired me todo relief style drawings. xxx
Monday, January 11, 2016
In bed with Bryon
She Walks In Beauty.
SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which Heavens to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace,
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
That smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.
-Bryon
SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which Heavens to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace,
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
That smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.
-Bryon
Saturday, January 09, 2016
Monday, January 04, 2016
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