"Pollen Thief Companions" Original hummingbird foxglove watercolor painting by Janice Trane Jones

"POLLEN THIEF COMPANIONS". This is a large original hummingbird watercolor painting depicting three companions in crime. They have agreed to raid the foxgloves of their pollen and not make noise. There is plenty to go around yet the feathers are becoming ruffled and the bodies bent to begin the battle!
The painting is 16 x 20 unframed but the purchase includes a white 20 x 24 mat. I flatten all my watercolors out and put them in their mats so the buyer does not have to do the work.
To view or purchase this or other paintings go to www.janicetranejones.com.

My Garden is a Pleasant Place by Louise Driscoll

My Garden is a pleasant place
Of sun glory and leaf grace.
There is an ancient cherry tree
Where yellow warblers sing to me,

And an old grape arbor, where
A robin builds her nest, and there
Above the lima beans and peas
She croons her little melodies,
Her blue eggs hidden in the green
Fastness of that leafy screen.
Here are striped zinnias that bees
Fly far to visit; and sweet peas,
Like little butterflies newborn,
And over by the tasseled corn
Are sunflowers and hollyhocks,
And pink and yellow four-clocks.
Here are hummingbirds that come
To seek the tall delphinium -
Songless bird and scentless flower
Communing in a golden hour.

There is no blue like the blue cup
The tall delphinium holds up,
Not sky, nor distant hill, nor sea,
Sapphire, nor lapis lazuli.

My lilac trees are old and tall;
I cannot reach their bloom at all.
They send their perfume over trees
And roofs and streets, to find the bees.

I wish some power would touch my ear
With magic touch, and make me hear
What all the blossoms say, and so
I might know what the winged things know.
I'd hear the sunflower's mellow pipe,
"Goldfinch, goldfinch, my seeds are ripe!"
I'd hear the pale wistaria sing,
"Moon moth, moon moth, I'm blossoming!"

I'd hear the evening primrose cry,
"Oh, firefly! come, firefly!"
And I would learn the leweled word
The ruhy-throated hummingbird
Drops into cups of larkspur blue,
And I would sing them all for you!

My garden is a pleasant place