Showing posts with label plants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label plants. Show all posts

5/19/2016

Sweet, sweet spring

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An explosion of petals everywhere I look!
How I love this time of year ....

purple-leaved plum in the parking lot at the post office

variegated dogwood, 'Blue Muffin' viburnum, 'Midnight Masquerade' clematis, and a
spritely pink volunteer aquilegia in the front garden

a rose and her bud in the back garden

street rose gone wild behind the grocery store in Friday Harbor

and my favorite petal of all, snoozy in the back of the car,
riding with her new cotinus bush ['Royal Purple' all a'bloom]
and baskets from the Thrift
for the new studio digs  ...

More on that wonderful story in the coming month.

HAPPY SPRING
to all my pals in the northern hemisphere
(and a beautiful autumn to you southerlies)


8/08/2014

Windfall for the dyepot

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Foraged a bit in the garden this morning.  It's been a fine stretch of summer
weather - plants are filled to bursting with blooms.
Found these spent petals, a cache from the 'black' hollyhocks ...
known around my place as
* promises waiting to happen *
Powerful mark-makers are these little sputniks !
Am still as head-over-heels as ever
and can't wait to give them a try on paper ...

: : :

Photo mumbo-jumbo:
shot with iPhone
fine tuning & adjustments in Snapseed app
blur, focal point & vignette added with Jazz app
final adjust & copyright added with PicMonkey


Joining with the gang over at Kim's place for Friday Finds ...
lots of great stuff to be seen over there, go peek.




3/11/2014

Here they come

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Finally had myself a leisurely stroll through the garden.
Amazing what one can see when it is not
lashing
with
rain.


My old friends are reappearing ...
it's so good to see them!
so I made the rounds, said a few hellos, took their portraits.

Both the white & red flowering currants are already near to bursting,



important for the hummers who have little else to feed on when they arrive
[which should be any day now].
I did spy the first pair of tree swallows this afternoon, a sure sign
that spring is winging in ...





Call me a plant nerd, but I have an enormous soft spot for clematis and 
how they appear to regenerate new limbs from
absolutely dead-looking wooden stems ... it's a wonder
and I marvel at the process every year.



And I also marvel at this beauty, the evergreen Clematis 'Snowdrift'
for she's  scented
and this year she's almost covered the arbor ... standing under there
is going to be something quite close to heaven itself.

open
open
open !


A BIG welcome back to my reliable dye friends, too ... rose leaves,



maple leaves



and my dear old scrubby friend, the native willow
who generously gave me such deep, rich color last fall.
More on that story will follow
because although my friends here have been laying dormant all winter,
I have not.
I've been finishing a few things and that feels mighty good ...





12/25/2013

A surprising language all their own

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During the Victorian era, it became especially popular to attach significant meanings
to flowers and plants.
Also known as floriography, the language of flowers
was a very useful means of relaying important messages ...

Pine Cone (Pinus)  . . .  Conviviality, Life



Mullein (Verbascum)  . . .  Take courage



Poppy (Papaver)  . . .   Fantastic extravagance

Often, the meanings were positive and affirming,
but some were not - quite to the contrary, in fact.


Clematis (Clematis)  . . .  Poverty



Pansy (Viola)  . . .  Think of me



Lavender (Lavandula) . . .   Mistrust


The next time I assemble a bouquet I certainly won't be viewing the arrangement
in quite the same way as I did before reading this book  ...


The Language of Flowers, by Vanessa Diffenbaugh, had been on my library "To Read" list
for so long I'd almost given up hope of getting my hands on it [perpetually checked out]
so I was ecstatic when I found a used copy at the thrift store.
It has been much loved with many dog-ears & now I can understand why.

Every now and again a book crosses my path which feels like its my
destiny to read.  The best writers can make their readers feel this way, I think.
Without giving too much away, the heroine of this story is Victoria, a young woman
who's been in and out of foster care her entire life but has one all-embracing solace ...
a deep love of plants.
As a child she learned this Victorian language of flowers -  an era when every blossom was
assigned a deeper meaning, then used as a way to express sentiment and romantic emotions
since more outward signs were restricted - and since Victoria can't [or won't]
express her emotions either, flowers become her vehicle.

That's only a tiny nutshell of a description ... the story is beautifully complicated.
Filled with symbolism and filled with historical references,
I've barely been able to put this one down.


Amaranth (Amaranthus)  . . .  Immortality

Victoria decides at one point to assemble her own reference collection,
 so she carefully & methodically teaches herself the parameters of photography [film, not digital]
and sets out to capture her subjects with great dedication & perseverence.
The book is set in the San Francisco Bay area of California
and she visits many spots familiar to me
such as the Conservatory of Flowers in Golden Gate Park,
along with other locales I know and love oh so well [and miss to this day].
   
At the back of the book the author has included
Victoria's Dictionary of Flowers
and as I was perusing the list, recognizing many names of plants I've grown in my own garden
at one time or another,  I got the crazy idea to take a backwards gander at my own photo files
to see if I could find some items from Victoria's list.
If nothing else it would be a fun exercise in learning those elusive floriography terms.
I soon discovered flowers that one might expect to have, well, a more "positive"
emotion attached to them, 
but do not at all ...

like these two.

Currant (Ribes)  . . .  Thy frown will kill me



Rose, yellow (Rosa)  . . .   Infidelity


I just love books like this
where I'm introduced to a whole new way of looking and thinking
about something otherwise so familiar.


Rose, purple (Rosa)  . . .  Enchantment



Rose, pale peach (Rosa)  . . .   Modesty



Scabiosa (Scabiosa)  . . .  Unfortunate love



Dog (Canis lupus)  . . .  Undying devotion [my floriography]


oh hi.  how'd you get in here?

Just making sure you folks haven't fallen asleep in the petals yet ...
[chuckling happily]


Cherry blossoms (Prunus cerasus)  . . .   Impermanence


Of course, I'm a tad partial to the next one

Sweet pea (Lathyrus odorata)  . . .  Delicate pleasures


and as it happens, I have quite a lot of this next one in my garden.

Yarrow (Achillea)  . . .  Cure for a broken heart


Hmmm, what can it all mean?
I'm looking forward to spring and making that next bouquet ...


: : :


Wishing all of you who stop by here a most lovely season
of joy and beauty


P.S.   WAIT!  Have I got the holiday gift for you!   Just as I was finishing this book-related post, 
my masterful dye friend, India Flint, announced that she has put together a NEW BOOK ... 
In her words:
"it contains a technique you can do even in the smallest of apartments
and that I think you will want to do over and over again."


Go see ~ there's a preview & you can buy it now ...  over HERE on Blurb.
I treated myself to the hardback  ;>]








10/21/2013

Marking two hundred ...

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Can hardly believe it.  This is my 200th blog post.
Will you join me in a giveaway to celebrate?
Not too fancy ... just a couple of small tokens
to let you know how much I appreciate your visits here.


I probably wouldn't have kept at it this so long if it hadn't been for
all of you stopping by to read and take the time to leave kind comments & such.
Your good suggestions, commiseration, pieces of advice, gentle observations, helpful tips
 ... oh, and the humor! the camaraderie!  the friendships from afar ... well, it's been grand.
Every bit of it
and I've loved it all.

So let's keep going on together for a while longer
since it appears [rolling eyes upward] I have not yet run out of things to say ...








nor have I run out of pictures to share ... 

[Autumn has arrived and the leafage has embarked on 
its miraculous dance tour again!]




Anyhoo, let's get down to it, shall we?




Here's how it shall go:  I've decided we should have 
TWO
giveaway items
(it is the  two  hundredth post after all) ...
One person will receive a small stash of cloth  scraps  in the color combo of
their choice, ripped & torn from my collection of lovelies in the cupboard,
mainly from old clothing and assorted textile items;
A second person will receive a small stash of  beads  in the color combo of
their choice, chosen especially for them from my [embarrassingly] good-sized
hoard  HOARD  collection of beads.

Simply leave a comment below with one word,
"scraps"  OR   "beads"
(no, no, you cannot have both, stop twitching)
and come this Saturday night, one name will be chosen out of each hat.
The recipients will be announced Sunday, sometime after morning coffee ~
that means sometime before noon.

Are you in?  All are welcome, 
even those who have never left a comment before.
If you are not signed in to Blogger, feel free to use the email link in the sidebar.

Deadline to enter:  Saturday, October 26th, 10pm, Pacific Time USA
I'll ship anywhere in the world
because we're all in this together.
And for that, I give you my deepest thanks.




6/23/2013

Wearing her flouncy June dress ...

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I really shouldn't be sitting here writing a post
when there is a mountain of work to be done out in the garden

but


it's a little rainy today and she was looking so nice in the subdued light,
I just had to make a record ... for posterity ... now, while the early summer blooms
are looking their best.
I'll want to remember the garden dressed up like this
when the January winds blow hard and long.

Hope for the future and all that ...

She's laden now, positively falling over with her big skirts,


spilling over the wall with self-seeded abandon,
filling every nook and cranny





offering up some feasting for the hummingbirds
and catmint landing platforms for the swallowtails.



I think there's still an arbor under there - but I dare you to try & make it through to the front door.
Gone a bit nutso, this shrub rose [when did THIS happen?] and she'll have to be
reined in for next season.  Still, something charming about 
this wild misbehavior ...



If you did make it through the arbor, you'd be be met with a frothy tangle  -  sweetly scented
Philadelphus scrambling through a purple-leaved Clematis recta ...

Oh June, you are a month of the sublime.
Thank you.



You are most definitely your own English rose



... no other month quite compares to you.










A few late afternoon rays help 'Night Owl' flaunt her petticoats.
And although I'm starting to feel terribly guilty about undone chores,
I feel so grateful for this abundance.


Sometimes you just have to stop and, well, you know ...