This tiny bouquet held something special — I kept returning to it again and again. Its quiet, simple beauty reminded me of a summer walk with friends through the fields and forests around Westmalle Abbey, where they brew my husband’s favourite beer. Only later did I notice the sign forbidding us to pick wildflowers... Oops — too late!
I dried the chamomile in the gentle July sun, at first intending to make tea for the winter. But instead, I painted them — wanting to preserve not just their fragile tenderness, but also their healing calm, the way they soothe both body and soul.
Acrylic
£208.87
Loading
This tiny bouquet held something special — I kept returning to it again and again. Its quiet, simple beauty reminded me of a summer walk with friends through the fields and forests around Westmalle Abbey, where they brew my husband’s favourite beer. Only later did I notice the sign forbidding us to pick wildflowers... Oops — too late!
I dried the chamomile in the gentle July sun, at first intending to make tea for the winter. But instead, I painted them — wanting to preserve not just their fragile tenderness, but also their healing calm, the way they soothe both body and soul.
Acrylic
14 day money back guaranteeLearn more