Monday, June 8, 2015

Is this the ugliest style vase in the world?





     
And on a lighter note- one of those posts that lingered in my drafts folder.

 I saw this style vase a few years back on another floral blog and  thought it was  a one off. My mind conjured  a vision of someone sitting in their potter's studio playing around with clay, squeezing the clay around one finger, than the next, the next.... Remove and squeeze together. . Make a little base so that it stands up. Wa La! The finger vase is born. Maybe giggle. Play is the mother of invention, but to be honest, I thought it was  really awkward looking. There couldn't be more than one of those in the world??

A few weeks back I was at an estate sale, like one of the best sales I've ever stumbled upon; appreciating antiques, art and things well made. There, I found a variation on that odd little vase and began digging around online. Had I had been a time traveler, or just more hip and current on all trends, I would have known right away that the little finger style- multi- finger vase had many brothers and sisters. It is a style of vase that has slipped in and out of favor, at least since the Tulip Wars beginning in the 16th century corvallistoday.com/Europe/dutch_belgium/bruegelboys.htm. These finger vases conveniently offer a  designated parking space for individual flowers and in the case of certain Dutch versions, called the Tulipiere, a place for bulbs. 

So here's the one I found and have been playing around with. It would have been easy to obscure the tubes with plant matter, but I wanted to keep them visible.








Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Here we go again












































I have so many journal entries secreted away in my drafts folder, all unfinished. When was the last time I was in this place? Five and a half years ago. A friend of ours passed away. Life felt felt so raw, so very raw. There was no solace. I happened upon this new world of amazing flower artists/ designers shared through their blogs and got sucked in badly. Badly to the point of leaving the painters block behind and jumping back into the flower world.

Now another friend, another diagnosis. I understand the incantations and affirmations. I understand the deal making, the seduction of the doctors and nurses so that they will please, please take good care. But I can't know their pain and fear of these dear ones and the journey, for now anyway.

  Now I think of a woman I'm working with to procure flowers for her DIY wedding. She wants 50 bunches of a scented flower that is nearly out of season. She wants to use this fragile flower tied in bunches on her Chuppah with no water tubes to provide moisture to the flowers. This flower is so fragile it very likely will be wilted when she walks up the aisle, but she doesn't care despite my many cautions. She keeps saying  "it doesn't matter if they're wilted, it doesn't matter if they're wilted". It makes me crazy- should I protect her from herself? How can I be so irresponsible? As she has not shared her reasoning to me, I'm making my own stab at it this evening.  All cut flowers are in the process of dying. Maybe she want to be engulfed in the massive scent of these flowers just once and that's enough. Maybe it doesn't matter past that moment. And when this  bride walks down to the aisle to her possibly wilted flowers and husband to be, there will be full acknowledgement of the ephemeral quality of life.

Life is at the same time so precious and good and I'm so very lucky. And so I'll keep bringing you flowers and together we can make our way through.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

A beautiful demise

The color drains from their faces as the peonies fade, fade, fade. 









Saturday, May 9, 2015

For all the Beatiful Mommas








































And for my Mom, Jean Genvieve and Jon's Mom and my dear friend, Maggie. When you went away it was like been cast adrift at sea for a long, long while. I really miss you both.

For all you gals who still have Mommas; grab hold of them and love them up while you can!















Monday, April 6, 2015

The movable feast named Easter

  
The egg dropped on the table, cracked open and ozed around. A clean-up crew was ready and it was soon just an another smudge added to the accumulating collage of wax drips and spattered dye building up on the  table. Which had been especially prepared for a hard night of muck. Luckily Nancy had just started the egg. She hadn't put in hours. There were no tears or pulling of the hair. It was good to get that over and done- no more egg breakage tonight, okay everybody?  


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Easter snuck up fast and we hardly had time 
to plan our annual Ukrainian-esq egg dying party. Many years ago we were invited to a large Easter weekend gathering at the Angelo Coast Nature Preserve in Northern Ca. A serious contingent (none Ukrainian, that I know of) worked on their eggs off and on for 3 days and I learned the batik technique of layering melted wax and dye, working from light to dark. That morphed into spending subsequent Easter eves around our table with whoever wanted to join in. 

How long have we been doing this, anyway?  Long enough for it to be a tradition that people besides us anticipate. In the past few years people have gotten more serious about getting to the table and working with this wax resist technique. Though we use the traditional tools and dyes, our eggs have lost the look of the traditional eggs. All kinds of cheating ensues. I think it plenty good enough that we just keep doing it.









  
The tradition of egg decoration in Slavic cultures originated in pagan times, and eventually was transformed and morphed into the Christian Easter egg. Nevertheless, these decorated eggs, called pysanka have retained much of their pagan symbolism. Eggs reoccur in numerous myths as the symbol of life and renewal in many other cultures around the world, but the Slavic ethnic groups developed the painted egg over the centuries. I'm still searching online for one passage that said something to the effect that we must keep painting eggs for the world to continue. It wasn't a choice but an imperative.




And of course let there be Easter Lilies, that ubiquitous flower that I still love. And let there be other varieties of lilies I can source  loved equally as well.















Wednesday, April 1, 2015

A blossom petal and a Coalition



An early morning neighborhood walk yields a rather spent magnolia petal and a sprig of tamarisk that hasn't come into bloom yet.

Tamarisks are beautiful moisture loving shrubs. As far as I can tell, they seem well behaved in the Bay Area.  But I know better yeah, I've got my eye on them. I've spent a lot of road time traveling through the 
Southwest to another place I've called home; Colorado Springs. They are rampantly out of control in high desert areas clogging waterways and crowding out native plants. 

There is an actual Tamarisk Coalition that restores waterways to healthy conditons- you know you're in trouble when there is an entire organization dedicated to your eradication. 

Another beautiful shrub run amok.





 






Saturday, March 28, 2015

Part 2: Curating Daylilies: Amador Flower Farm and Homestead Farms Nursery



For many years I worked most often as an artist/painter and and less frequently as floral designer/gardener. In the past few years that ratio has been reversed. I've noticed a word has been stolen from the art world vocabulary lately and applied in the marketplace to lines of clothing, household goods, socks, dog food, etc. The word is curated- often appearing alongside carefully curated. For an artist this little word plays an important part of your life because you are always submitting your work to be juried into some show or gallery (until you've Made It). The decider (curator) on the other side of the fence, looks at all the submissions with a theme in mind to put together an interesting and relevant curated show. 





















So I went to Amador Flower Farm last week in the Sierra foothills to look at their collection of  nearly 1000 day lilies and try to bring as few home as possible. There is only so much space and so many more kinds of plants to plant. When I got home from that visit, I happened to stumble across another nursery online; Homestead Farms Nursery in Missouri. They offer over 1200 day lilies for sale. And frankly their collection was more to my taste, not to mention their website is very attractive. Their colors are more subtle. Amador is good for really brightly patterned and colored day lilies. First thought- Damn- I need a bigger garden!  Second thought- it appears that curating is also done in the flower growing/gardening world. But of course.



 

Why day lilies? They're beautiful, drought tolerant, their original versions are native (more on that another time) and they're tough. To date I haven't found any that work as cut flowers for events because they only last a day, but there are some rumored to be long lasting.



 You can decide for yourself here:
https://www.amadorflowerfarm.com/ 

http://www.homesteadfarms.com/fashion-bug/ 

 







Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Part 1 Dark Horse Ranch, Mullien Harvest, and on to Amador Day Lilly Nursery


As we dropped down into the warm Central Valley from cool coastal Marin County, I exhaled; whew, the land was still spring green. There's been so much in the news about the drought that my mind was primed to see brown vegetation everywhere, which normally happens some months out in summer. Now it's hard to know what the new normal is. The Central Valley, bread basket of the USA, falls between the lower coastal mountains and the higher Sierras. It's hotter than the coast and heats way up in the summer. The hot air rising in the Central Valley pulls in cool ocean air laden with moisture (read fog). That's why Mark Twain needed a down vest in San Francisco during his infamous summer visit.

But I digress. Our journey to Gold Country in the Sierra Foothills was marked with tender green foliage everywhere. The occasion was my birthday and some friends joined us to share a cottage on a ranch, visit a day lilly flower farm, play music, hike, cook and eat, cook and eat.

 When I'm talking about a ranch, I'm not talking rustic ranch. It turns out to be a beautifully designed and landscaped gentleman's and (woman's) ranch where sheep, chickens, grapes and good conversation abound. I later told owner, Sherry Fields (along with her husband, country doctor, Dan Fields) that the photos she posted don't do it justice. And I can't say mine do either. I was just having too much fun for photos. We had a lot of little chats with Sherry and Dan, learning that their obvious labor of love is coming to fruition after 14 years. It is a real find and a wonderful place to share with friends. There's a cottage for 4 or a beautiful barn for 2, very nicely done with all the amenities.  The bucolic landscape is classic foothill country with oaks speckling the rolling hills, especially beautiful in the spring.
  
The area is a Central Valley version of Napa/ Sonoma wine country. There are a lot of boutique wineries and old mining towns retrofitted with quaint to upscale offerings.  We were there for neither, though we made a short foray into Amador City. Nope, came for the day lilies and to settle into a rural landscape for a spell. In the summer expect a lot more heat and rolling hills gone brown.

Here is Dark Horse Ranch:  
https://www.airbnb.com/rooms/3533175 








Part 2: Mullein Harvesting
  An unexpected treat, mullein harvesting.  Discovering that our intended hike in the National forest was still an hour away, we opted to stay local and explore some old logging areas. At first this seemed like a pretty depressing prospect, anticipating a barren landscape of tree stumps. Fortunately the land had been selectively cut which  means that the forests are thinned, rather than clear cut. It's a better forestry method since these areas can still support wildlife to some extent. And it means that there are still many trees and underbrush and it was rather lovely. We found was an amazing abundance of mullein plants. Though not native to the area, this is a medicinal herb that's been used for centuries for a variety of issues. I've used it for years for colds, congestion, and ear aches. It's an interesting  landscaping plant with fuzzy soft rosette that eventually bears a tall flowering stalk. The flower stalks are fun to use in arrangements though the dropping flowers do scatter all over.








Monday, March 9, 2015

New members of the family


If Facebook is any indicator of our desire to see certain subject matter online, I just disappointed you terribly. You were looking to see some sweet babies or puppies. No, that's how attached I am to my vase collection (have no fear, my cat rules).

I'm really not sure what this container was intended for. Some designer in product land said "let's design a glass thingy to ....?" Part terrarium, part dip server, wine cooler, or hey, maybe it was designed for flowers. I don't know but I found 3 of these (well okay, Max got one) and love the possibilities. More to come.





Monday, March 2, 2015

Pave' Workshop/ Round 2


Something new: 

After a workshop, I'm inviting the participants to come back in a few weeks for Round 2:

Those interested make an arrangement on their own and send a photo to post and share with all of you. There is nothing like practice to improve your work, revisiting what you've learned, taking it a step farther, going it alone...

What I love about these pieces is that each person did take it a step further in their own way. The results are very fine. Give them a hand!


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                                                                                                          Gila


                                                                                                                                                 Susie

 
    Nancy