grandmother’s tea tin

A perennially favourite subject to paint: grandmother’s* Bushell’s tea tin. I love its pale green colour and the almost comically inept illustrations, which are subtly embossed into the metal. If I google “bushells tea tin vintage australian animals” I find plenty of examples dating back to the 1930s but none that look just like mine. Those others all have far more realistic depictions of the same four iconic Aussie critters. Mine were sketched by a beginner artist 🙂

* We called her ‘Grandmother’, not a softer diminutive. It’s the kind of person she was.

mitten rock

I paid a visit to Rocky Oaks Park today, a great place for a 1 hour easy hike. The wildflowers are abundant right now, and the only other person there was a scientist (?) collecting data down by the pond. At least I assume that was what she was doing with her clipboard and frequent stooping. We waved to each other from a distance and I continued on my way.

don’t eat the lilies!

After completing this sketch, I was hiking back down the trail, and met a group of young adults on their way up. One guy asked me if there was asparagus growing nearby, because he’d just picked and eaten some. Uh … no. There is no asparagus growing here. After reminding him that all plants in the Park are protected, and that some are poisonous, we parted ways. A little further down the track I found the broken plant. I knew it was some kind of lily about to flower, but it wasn’t till I got home I learned that it was Toxicoscordion fremontii (Frémont’s deathcamas or common star lily). As the name suggests, it’s highly toxic to livestock and humans.

I hope he’s OK, but … what a foolish human being! People, don’t go eating plants in the wild unless you know for sure what they are!

hondo canyon

I left early for my appointment in the Valley so I could spend an hour in Topanga State Park on the way. I hiked less than a mile into Hondo Canyon before stopping to sketch the view. I am so lucky to be surrounded by protected lands here; it’s easy to just slip into a state park for an hour’s shinrin-yoku in the middle of an otherwise busy day.