Good Advice

What, no flowers? 
You got that right. 
Remember to sip a little wine and smell the roses.

Rescue Flowers

Well, there are rescue dogs and rescue cats, so why not rescue flowers?  Turning into my driveway yesterday noticed three little clusters of grape hyacynths blooming in the grass strip between the road and the sidewalk.  They were technically on neighbor Jane's property but I know she wouldn't have minded if I lifted them.  In a couple of days the mow-and-blow guys will start their inexorable tour of death and would have decapitated these sweet little things.  So here they are, alive and blooming in a Japanese bonsai tray and will be carefully transplanted to a suitable spot where they will grow and thrive and show their lovely blue hues for springs to come.  A good deed always leaves a great feeling in you heart.  Doesn't it?

SOLITUDE

After a week's relentless bombarment of Hawaiian colors and sounds at the Philadelphia Flower Show, it's been soothing to re-enter the grissaille world of late winter.  Point-and-shoot in hand, I've tried to capture the essence of these fleeting days before the busyness of Spring.  Who'd have thought that this tropical flower would be pining for subdued skies and denunded branches?

SNOWDROP

                                          Hello, Spring!

CONFIRMATION FLOWERS

In they filed, all attitude; boredom written all over their young faces.  Five girls and two boys.  A snowy morning in October and they're stuck in a Sunday School classroom instead  of  being cozy at home in their pajamas.  Two church ladies waiting for them with two toilet plungers stuck in plaster of Paris.  No beginning could have been less exciting.  Breaking the ice took some doing.  Talk of color wheels or elements of floral design was not even considered.  Hands-on would be more like it.  "Volunteers" selected, ideas shared, a great plopping accident - broken oasis ball - a very good example of "be prepared because stuff will happen".  Hot glue guns, Spanish moss, coiled moss converting the plungers into something like nests... Uhm... maybe this isn't so bad after all...  One of the comments:  "We have flowers in church every Sunday?  I never noticed".      

Less than two hours later this group had created two magnificent arrangements to decorate the Sanctuary where they were confirmed on Sunday.  They were so proud of their achievement!  They accomplished this with very little guidance from the "church ladies". 

What never ceases to fascinate me is how the boys, who are always so reluctant to get involved with flowers, are the ones who really become serious about it. 

I have a feeling that from now on these young men and women will notice the flowers in the Sanctuary. 



Soli Deo Gloria



COBALT BLUE III

A summer Saturday full of fun.  Gardens to visit and judge and enjoy.  Good company.  Three 'girls' running around the Philadelphia area, stopping at yard sales and even at a salvage store.  Finding treasures in unexpected places.  A little community church fundraising on the sidewalk in one of those almost scary neighborhoods, but not to worry, girls, you're with me, a smile, a couple of friendly words in Spanish and... what's that over there??? It's blue!  It's cobalt blue!  Yes, and we're selling it for cinco dólares.  Oh joy!  Of course you're coming home with me, blue bottle, I'll find a place for you among all the other blue glass that accentuates nature at Furball Cottage.  The choice was right.  It's been a happy summer.

PINK FLAMINGOS

This post is dedicated to Pedro Genaro Rodriguez, aka "Flamingo Man".  

OK, one plastic pink flamingo is definitely a garden no-no, but A FLOCK is a statement.  Ironic?  Fun?  Whatever.  Found them at K-Mart.  End of season cheap.  Had to bring them to Furball Cottage.  Almost got served divorce papers by the purist in my life.  He said they had to migrate south, pronto.  Then I showed him the box.  Made in the USA, in Atlanta, to be specific.  How many things at K-Mart are made in the USA?  Begrudgingly they're staying in the marsh for now.  They'll spend the winter in the garden shed and come spring... well, what if I count them as part of the Great Migration and send the numbers to the Cape May Bird Observatory?  After all, they're American birds.  And yes, they're staying.