I spent this evening painting gorse thorns with tempera paint made with the ashes of burned drawings of gorse bushes that were drawn in charcoal made from gorse branches.
💛 This shrub blooms a radiant golden yellow during the winter months. The gorse, (furze or whin) grows in forest edges and on heathlands, in areas with poor soil - Stralend goudgeel staat deze struik in de wintermaanden te bloeien. De gaspeldoorn staat in bosranden en op heidevelden, op plaatsen waar de grond voedselarm is 💛.
#Gorse galore somewhere between Winchelsea and Hastings for #WildflowerWednesday.
This was from another hike in 2013 (in preparation for the Cornwall trip), and I remember a massive downpour right at the start that left us drenched (maybe you can spot the wet flowers?).
We don't have gorse where I live, so I will forever associate it with the stunning coasts of Britain 💛 (and lots of scratches of course)
The gorse is starting to flower like mad right now and while it adds a nice pop of colour to an otherwise muted landscape I have had enough ill-fated experiences with these spiny bastard plants that I am wholly conflicted as to my view of them. Pretty and shitty.