I don't remember being aware of dahlias until the last few years. I asked one of my neighbors about the huge flower in her garden that I couldn't identify, and she told me it was a dahlia. Now, of course, I see them everywhere. This fall, a different neighbor has been trimming his plants and putting out a bucket for us neighbors to make bouquets. I take a few, leave the rest for others, and then take the unclaimed ones a morning or two later.
This week's bouquet seems unusually beautiful to me:
Every time I get flowers, I think, I'm going to sketch these. Last night, I decided to do it. I loved this sketch so much that I didn't want to add color and risk ruining it:
But I did want to experiment with color, so I made a sketch of just a few flowers and a leaf, and then, I added color. Hmm. I'm not unhappy with it, but my dried out markers made it tough to get the impact I envisioned.
I'm never unhappy, though, when I sketch, even if it's not what I had in mind. It's good to give myself practice in observing and sketching and feeling gratitude for the natural beauty all around me.
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