One of the things I love about April is daffodils. I love daffodils. I'm not wild about other yellow flowers, but there is something about daffodils that just get me. So it seemed only fitting that an image used for the April year of collage is that of daffodils. And I had fun with an image transfer technique using Oil of Wintergreen.
I found an image of daffodils in a gardening catalog, scanned it, and then printed it with my laser printer. (You can also photocopy it on a machine that uses toner. The key is the toner- inkjet ink won't work for this method.)
I placed the image print-side down on a piece of white cardstock, and using a cotton ball, dampened the image with Oil of Wintergreen. (You can find Oil of Wintergreen at your local drugstore.) It does not take a whole lot, and you can use too much and smear the image. So start with a light hand, and keep lifting up an edge to see how your transfer is proceeding. When you are happy with it, remove the remains of the image and throw it away, and allow your new image to dry. The aroma of wintergreen will linger for a while; I love it so it does not bother me. But if you are bothered by it, be assured that it will fade away in a few days.
To assemble the calendar, I tore the edges of the daffodil image, and then mounted on Soft Suede cardstock. In my collection of stamps, I had one from Wordsworth Rubber Stamps, which is a poem by William Wordsworth on daffodils! I stamped it on vellum, and attached it with brads on top of the daffodil image. The whole was mounted on Brodade Blue cardstock, together with the month of April calendar.
BTW - if you are interested in the whole poem, here it is. (My heart dances with the daffodils, too!) Welcome spring!!
I WANDERED lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay: 10
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood, 20
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
W. Wordsworth 1804.