and sunshine when she dances

Walking through the woods along a rambling brook and I spotted these terrific, vibrant yellow blooms growing amongst the composting autumn leaves of last year. They are so beautiful, so dainty with brown and green spotted-leaves. They are growing in clumps along a woodsy stream, in an almost swamp-like area. Do you you know what they are called? Oh please tell!

sketches, collaged snippets of inspirational fabric, notes in the watercolor album.

She has the sense that something is following her. Maybe feeling a bit vulnerable.

and this very sweet (and very tiny) gypsy cart (which I hope to see again tomorrow).

It’s used for story-telling at the Spoutwood Farm Faerie Festival.

Happy May Days to all!

16 replies on “and sunshine when she dances”

  1. Your sketchbook pages are so beautiful! It’s always a treat to see what inspires you, how you can take an idea and make it real. Have fun at the Faerie Festival. Please take photographs or fill your sketchbook full of faerie images.

  2. oh my dear! I’m smitten and swooning for that tiny, gypsy cart!! I want to live there!! : ) May I? Pretty please with bells on!? : )

    And your drawings are always so moving and elegant!!!

  3. I found your blog while looking for Faerie Festival stuff, so please forgive the drive-by comment, but I’m just here to say:

    Your flower is called a trout lily.

  4. What pretty sketches! Love all the warm and bright springy colors you used. Lovely! And oh, hope the may day festivities were fun!

    Congrats too on your new nephew! I saw his pic on Earth Angels 😉

  5. Whoops…commented on the wrong post! This is where I meant to say…

    Those lovely delicate flowers are called Trout Liliesso called because of the spots on their leaves. Ive only seen them twice in real life and refrained from picking them both times (which is unusual for me!). They just seem as if they would quickly expire in captivity. Love the gypsy cart…If you haven’t visited The Hermitage blog, you should.

  6. How lovely…I always knew those flowers as Yellow Adder’s Tongues, and they always grew in swampy fens and forests where I grew up in upstate New York.

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