It was Thursday evening. Tired from a long day in clinic and school, I wandered after dinner lazily around the neighborhood with my bag and clippers, seeing what floral goodness was available for the picking.
The pale pastels looked called to me against the grey-blue fading light of day. How can they be so mute and florescent, so soft and skinning all at the same time?
- 1 stem Bearded Iris
- 2 stems Garden Roses
- 1 stem Hydrangea
- 1 stem Lupine
- 1 stem white Rosa Rugosa
- 3 stems Dusty Miller
- 3 stems Mountain Laurel with flowers
- 3 stems Bishops Weed flowers
The Iris has a short life span, at least the bearded ones. So when I found this pale blue and violet one lingering on long past the others, it had to come home with me. On the other side of the spectrum, the Hydrangea was one of the first to bloom, as you can tell by it’s delicate coloring and compact flowers. The Dusty Miller was just starting to grow, too, still tender and not yet close to flowering. The edges were soft and curled.
This arrangement featured my ultimate favorite rose of the moment. I don’t know what it is. But it is peachy-blush, has an interesting conical point to it, has many petals like a garden or English rose, and grows tall. Most impressive is that it possesses an incredible strong fragrance of old time rose mixed with peach orange sorbet. It grows in an alley, and doesn’t seem to be in anybody’s yard or property. I have been thinking about knocking on the doors of the two houses closest to it to see if it is theirs and if they know it’s name.