Botany 2.0

I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:—
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.

If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?

– William Wordsworth


Pollen Call (Ilkley: 2008)

red leaves

Against the Blue (Chatsworth: 2012)


On the Topic of Green (Kew Gardens: 2013)


Painting with Orchids (Kew: 2013)

pink and purple

Royal Blooms (St James’ Park: 2013)


Dreaming (Canterbury: 2010)

yellow flowers

Sunrise (Dulwich: 2013)


Clinging On (Forest Hill: 2009)

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