I'm a little prairie flower,
Growing wilder every hour.
Nobody cares to cultivate me,
'Cause I'm as wild as wild can be.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
From a song my maternal grandmother used to sing to me. I can actually vaguely remember either her or my mother explaining to me what the word "cultivate" meant.
Labels: colored pencil, illustration friday
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This is really cute!ReplyDelete
Gorgeous! And for me as a European so American!ReplyDelete
Adorable illustration and a lovely post too :)ReplyDelete
Love it! Love the poem, love the sassy prairie flower. :)ReplyDelete
This is so wonderful. I love her expression and body language. Great colours too and the sky... actually I love everything about it :)ReplyDelete
I love everything about this! It's great!ReplyDelete