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| ink and watercolor on handmade paper |
I love painting these old fashioned trumpet vines - much more than I like weeding them out of my other flower beds! Grandma had them growing on the cellar, and I can remember her keeping them at bay. Not realizing how out of hand they could become, I let all things grow outside their boundaries, with reckless abandon! I thin and transplant when necessary, but I will almost never pull flowers like weeds! As a result these beauties pop up everywhere, and the cellar has a whole side edged with this like a hedge! The hummingbirds especially love it, and they dart in and out of the blooms constantly. I'm painting small as night approaches, as I am running out of time again. The days are growing shorter, and I am already missing those extra minutes of daylight! Painting number 3891 in 3891 days.
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