It's been a bruising week.
But as I get my eye in to the hydrangea, I see that below the spent flower heads, dark and hunched, bright buds are popping open before my eyes. I add messy swirls of colour for some animation.
The Forsythia has a flower out, leading the way for the next buds, and the next, topping new growth on last year's grey-brown twigs. No amount of yellow is ever too much for Forsythia.
And on the tall rose, below the prunings, energetic scarlet-to-green sprouts of leaf, needing quick layers of colour as each dries back.
Pruned, trimmed and in places, frostbitten... but nature springs forth in cheery, leafy rebellion.
Ballpen, watercolour and fineliner on handed-down paper.
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