Back in my little island, a sweet little bunch of flowers like this would be called a "pucha". The word has the special connotation of something hand made, in the old style, carried by a sweaty, gritty little hand as a special gift for a beloved grandmother. The flowers are exactly the same that those little hands would have cut; crepe myrtles and vitex are staples of old-fashioned gardens in the tropics. The vase belonged to a grandmother years ago. And there was a grandmother long ago who taught this gardener that even dead flowers are enchanting.
Thursday, July 18, 2013
OLD FASHIONED
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- MECHECARMEN
- Moorestown, New Jersey, United States
- Let's talk about our gardens. Let's talk about all the flowers and critters that thrive within the confines of our personal paradises. Let's talk about those we love and love us back, although once in a while they scratch us and make us bleed a little. Just to remind us that we are alive. Those roses and cats and people that thrive in our gardens... How important... How important they are...
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