Whenever we walk through the village, which is most days, we invariably come home with pockets of treasures. A tiny broken blue eggshell, feathers, acorns, hazelnuts, a dead bumblebee, a puff of lambswool found caught on the brambles or sprigs of berries and all kinds of leaves.
I want to get into the habit of drawing and painting these curious things. Every single leaf is different – it is not the same as drawing ‘oak leaves’ or ‘sycamore leaves’ – it is a very particular oak or sycamore leaf, and it is like no other. 
Here is the ivy leaf I painted, now turning much browner than it was…

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