Despite rapidly heading into Autumn, my search for a subject to paint didn't take long the day I found this view. At the bottom of the walled garden at Burton Agnes Hall is an area with many small gardens within a garden. These are colour specific. It was in the pink garden where I walked into what I could only describe as a riot of Hollyhocks flowering like, well, the summer was ending.
Despite not being as bright a day as I'd been forutnate to have before, the pinks fizzed so much it didn't matter. This is the power of flowers.