Wild flowers

I cannot describe how I love wild flowers. When I was small we were couninously walked over the fields with my grandma collecting the herbs. She was keen on herb medicine and I was just an observer and a companion.

From these times I love the great fields, grass and wild flowers.

Elder, daisies, wild carrot I still feel the smell of the wet meadow. Their tiny white blossoms look like small stars. It is something from Andersen's tales.

If you are also an wild grass and flower lover you can take a look at my paintings below. You might like something

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