:: Arthur the cacti ::

White with daisies and red with sorrel
    And empty, empty under the sky! 
Life is a quest and love a quarrel 
    Here is a place for me to lie.
Daisies spring from damned seeds,
    And this red fire that here I see
Is a worthless crop of crimson weeds,
    Cursed by farmers thriftily.

But here, unhated for an hour,
    The sorrel runs in ragged flame,
The daisy stands, a bastard flower,
    Like flowers that bear an honest name.

And here a while, where no wind brings
    The baying of a pack athirst,
May sleep the sleep of blessed things
    The blood too bright, the brow accurst.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay (February 22, 1892–October 19, 1950) was only thirty-one when she became the third woman to receive the Pulitzer Prize in Poetry.

Yes you have guessed it, I do name my plants… all of them! So here is Arthur! I drew this in a Moleskine Sketchbook and I love how the ink glides from my fountain pen on this wonderfully glazed paper. It has a silkiness that is unbeatable… and it soothes my soul to feel a good quality fountain with a good quality ink gliding on top of it. If you do not know these sketchbooks, give them a try. Here is the link for the Large Moleskine Sketchbook.

Fountain Pen: Pilot Prera Fine
Ink: Noodlers’ Lexington Grey
Paper: Large Moleskine Sketchbook 5″x8″
Location: Rigaud, Québec, Canada