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A sketch made at Petra, here on the illustrated blog to mark Edward Lear's birthday (born 1812). Lear was a man of wide-ranging abilities and interests, with a strange but sweet nature - perfectly encapsulated in Auden's
poem, one of that brilliant little set of pen portraits he wrote before leaving for New York. A shame he didn't write more of them...
At first glance, this looked exactly like a sketch of the bib lettuce I just planted in my garden.
ReplyDeleteYou're right Susan, it could easily be a lettuce - and now I know what a bib lettuce looks like - we don't call them that over here, but I've no idea what we do call them - bib is nice....
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