Our writer-naturalist-historian-artist-musician friend Suzanne just gave a presentation on the “ghost railway” of Malibu. This vase of flowers was on the coffee table in front of me at the event venue; I knew S. wouldn’t mind if I sketched it for her while listening to her excellent talk.
I don’t normally take painting commissions, but I made an exception this time.
Not only did Annette keep the garden alive in our absence, she left me with a nice sketch subject.
I have some really nice (and generous) friends. You know who you are. 😁
Fuchsia is such a weird word. Even though I am good at spelling, I keep thinking it should be ‘fuschia’. In fact, knowing that I find the word tricky, I looked it up before doing this lettering and STILL spelled it wrong. I had to move the letters around in Photoshop to correct it. Doh!
Happy to have peonies on my table. Sad that my friend is too sick for me to bring them to her.
I used to think Tagetes lemmonii was so-called because it smells citrusy. But it’s actually named after John Gill Lemmon (1832-1908), who, with his wife Sara Allen Plummer Lemmon (1836-1923), collected plants throughout the American West.
Since first discovering it decades ago at Huntington Gardens, I’ve planted it at every place I’ve lived.
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