Bluebells. I didn’t plant them – they just... arrived. What I’ve always loved about them, apart from that earthy, petally scent on a woodland walk, is their almost-purple. Drawing them, I notice deep blue too, where flower joins stem. Dark stamens show off zingy pollen. Green takes on mauve in stem and bud. And then there are the odd ones out, all the lovelier for being different, here, one white, and pink I’m saving for later.
Biro, watercolour, fineliner on waste paper.