My love brought me a bouquet of beautiful blue blossoms.
Mother Nature, your colors amaze me!




Yesterday was my mom’s birthday. I imagined hanging out on her deck overlooking her robust gardens and soaking up some sunshine.
Unfortunately, it rained and she ended up in the hospital. (It will all be fine.) I decided to bring a little of her garden to her.
There is pure joy in walking around snipping stems and assembling a bouquet in your hands. I so miss having a garden of my own.

The day got away from me.
I rushed to the market to look at the flower selection.
It was Sunday. The pickins’ were slim.
I had imagined a big bunch of peonies. That wasn’t happening.
So, I mixed. Five fresh bunches.
Snapped some flowering dogwood and a couple of hosta leaves on my way into the house.
Hurry!
Mason Jar, tissue paper, happy birthday tag, GO!
Fresh from the grocery store? You would never know!








We had to make a stop at the Honolulu Whole Foods on our vacation which is quite an amazing place, I wanted to move in. The produce section was stacked high with local fruits and vegetables, so textured and colorful, as it oozed the wonderful scents of sweet tropicalness. Next to it, a lush hanging wall which set a lovely backdrop for these fantastic ‘Living Vases’ created by a local artist.





Hydrangea ages so gracefully.
Purple and blue blossoms turn shades of
mossy green and pinks
reminding me of a summer sunset,
making me want to grab a box of pastels and start sketching,
and for some reason I imagine
if you were to put a petal in your mouth
it would melt on your tongue,
leaving behind a taste
both sweet and tart.

I decided that I would have a more ‘grown up’ easter table this year considering I will most likely have very whimsical themes in the coming years for the little miss to enjoy. All week I had envisioned purples in all different shades from flower to garden vegetable, and of course including my lovely quail eggs; a spring sampling of sorts. I tend to go a little crazy when making a centerpiece most likely because it is one way for me to pretend I am a florist again and also because a big, over the top centerpiece makes our dinner table for two and half actually feel like a holiday and not just another day.
I took a trip to the farmer’s market in the rain on Saturday where I was able to find purplely-pink radishes, a lovely head of red cabbage, ruffly kale, vibernum ‘snowballs’, fragrant lilacs, hyacinths in three shades and a little inspiration. Later I found the purple hydrangea, bright green yoko ono mums, freesia, and ranunculus.

The arrangement took on a life of its own, as flower arrangements often do, once I started putting it together. Although I originally imagined all purples with bright greens against the starkness of white linens, I ended up using a pale, cool blue burlap which had more of a rustic gardeny feel. The radishes and ranunculus were a nice pop of color. I am still amazed at those quail eggs. It’s like a little robin found my nest.








The rose.
I used to be very anti-red-rose, especially around valentine’s day.
In my past life as a florist I would try to persuade my customers to get something else. Why? Holiday price inflation, slightly lower quality due to the high demand, a little boring and completely expected. There were many other options. I hated that men stood in long lines at my door to pick up their half dozens or dozens to bring home to their sweethearts because they ‘had to’. (1. Yes, mostly men shopped on the big V day and 2. I’m not complaining about the business, just the lack of imagination and the fact that maybe those men should pick up flowers on any old Tuesday to show their special someone how much they care.)
“Sorry, I don’t sell baby’s breath, let me put it with something better,” was my line of the day.
Enough ranting. That was many years ago.
Lately I have been sort of craving red roses. I had to give in.
So here it is days before Valentine’s day, and I found myself at a flower shop buying a bunch of dark, velvety sweetheart roses that open up so lovely. Interesting textured ‘fillers’ give roses a whole different feel.
I still feel the same way about flowers given on Valentine’s Day. But as for the red rose, I think I have fallen back in love.
At least for now.

Found: Vintage patterned bread pan.
Too rusty to use but pretty on the eyes.
My idea: to plant it with assorted thyme and sit it on my counter top.

I love the look and fragrance of thyme.
I chose three varieties: lime, lemon and oregano.
First I put down some small stones for drainage.
Then I planted the three plants and covered the soil with a little moss.
Perfect in my kitchen until the spring when I will transfer them to the herb pot on my porch.




