Looking forward to the arrival of the hummingbirds this spring. A few times last summer, I looked up at the window overlooking my front garden as I was drawing, and there would be a hummingbird, hovering in place, gazing in at me. A tiny bird, stopping by and looking in on my world. Little flecks of shimmering green, there for a few moments and then suddenly off. Sometimes, on returning from an errand, I'd see them flying around and then zooming out my giant sunflowers. Days like that made me want to forget about going back into the house.
Flora is made of needle felted Corriedale and Merino wool, with silk throwsters and a glass bowl.