Dad, my brother Jack, and I were at a place Jack calls ‘The Mud,” which really is the Wissahickon Water Shed. We go there so Jack can throw rocks in the water. We were just about to leave when I saw a single white flower poking out of the ground. I said to Dad, “Look at this!” We decided to come back that Saturday so I could sketch all the flowers I saw.
When we came back on Saturday this is what I saw: I saw some Daffodils. This Daffodil in particular was so beautiful I had to draw it because it was facing its back to me. I could have turned it, but I didn’t. For two reasons: 1. Don’t mess with nature, and 2. It was just so beautiful.
Another flower I saw was an Impatiens. I thought this one was so cool because the two shades of purple blended so well.
Another two teeny-tiny ones I saw were ground flowers. One of them was Myrtle. The other one, neither Dad nor I knew the name of. I drew Myrtle because it caught my eye in the grass.
The last one we saw was called a Hyacinth. I drew it because it had such an irregular figure and had a soft pink.
That was our flower expedition. I hope to do something like it again. Adios!
