Yesterday morning was so quiet.
I wanted to spend the entire day in the studio but I took a few moments in the morning to cut some fresh flowers for the various nooks in my home.
It’s peaceful, walking through my gardens, selecting by hand and blade the bits of flora I wish to display in the kitchen, washroom, living room and various bookshelves inside the homestead. Lately I’ve been picking flowers for my studio space as well because to look over at a vase filled with long stem roses and sunflowers on the huge tree stump in the middle of my studio floor instantly brightens me. The freshness is transported from my sight to my heart to my hands and suddenly everything is coming up sterling-roses.
It’s always satisfying to bring the outdoors in, even if the outdoors are cultivated, as is the case in my yard. To be fair, I have a heap of odds and ends that I’ve collected over time out in the wideness of nature:
sun bleached bones and antlers
wasp nests
stones
shells
seed pods
…culminating in a lovely sort of house of curiosities.
The flowers are the cherry on top even if they’re short lived.
The blues were bright, the yarrow bleeding tones of yellow and rust. The sunflowers looked like they’d been sent to earth on a flower barge, pushed by solar winds, to settle in the soil of my backyardscape.
The scent of the Russian sage drifts into my bedroom from where it sits on the bathroom counter. It’s still humming with the buzz of bees.
The roses, delicate and stalwart. Loquacious and fine.
Happy to spend their blooms in the peace of my home.
If I had chosen another path, I might have been a noisy florist for it’s just so fun to harvest blossoms and witness the gladness they manage to imbue a space with.
I did make it into the studio after fooling around with these flowers for a spell and I whipped up something so delicate, ladylike and old world….I cannot wait to show it to you.
And finally, thank you so much for your wonderful WONDERFUL responses to my last blog post. RW is home today and when he read the last bloggity as well as your splendid reflections he was delighted indeed!
Love you all to smithereenies,
Jillian
PS Did I inform you as to the loveliness of my weekend last? I had the darling Miss Stacey visit me and we went hiking, made pear jam together, ate a bunch of tasty food, sipped tea and margaritas and spent some time making some jewels in my studio. Plus, she informed me of the bizarre black market on Etsy which was a FASCINATING education of sorts, though a teenie bit saddening. It was altogether a truly restful weekend spent in the excellent company of a wonderful woman. Wowsers. Sometimes I feel so lucky that my socks might blow right off my feet…knowing all of you kind of affects me like that…your amazingness makes me feel like I’m in a wind tunnel walking into an unnaturally beautiful and strong breeze.
Now. I’m getting off my duff and out to
do a bit of work.
mmm, they just oosz of summertime breezes and wind whipping your hair. Times spent lying in the lush green grass as the bees buzz about your garden.
such beauty God has let us gaze upon.
Oh yarrow, one of my absolute favorites. So gorgeous, I feel like I could almost smell the various bouquets.
How I LOVE fresh flowers in the home, and they are lovely indeed. While I am not lucky enough to have a garden of my own, I do however have a wonderful man who brings me roses, tulips and various other flowers on a weekly basis.. I have to pinch myself sometimes.
M: I'm very pro-lawn so your mention of lush green grass tickles me to death.
Sunny: Eek! Yarrow! So simple and pretty. It's like vintage lace.
Noey: You'd BEST pinch yourself sometimes. He sounds dreamy:)
Delightful indeed!
mmmm…fresh flowers. my favourites are the wildflowers…too many to mention. i do love Yarrow and your analogy of it being like vintage lace is so very true. a favourite of my beloved late dad…was Queen Anne's Lace…intricate and seemingly dainty indeed, but amazingly strong…the way all women should be:)
Now–go prepare yourself for much kissin'…til lips are bruised and toes and tingly;)
Oh, sunflowers are my favorites! I have a bunch on the dining table. They're so joyous, and…well, sunny.
Deariest Missiest Jilliest
Those flowers are divine. In fact, you are lucky to have the space to grow and care for them. When I treat myself to that level of aroma and color, I usually go over to Wholey-Moley-Foods to get such pretties!
I adored the story behind your ring. It's a comfort to see other people who have found their soul mates for life!
BlackmarketonEtsy? I must hear, you must tell me, I must ask you to tell me…you must..
the bizarre black market on Etsy??? Tell us more. I can smell the beautiful fresh flowers and hear the birds in song. Thanks for your note. I will keep you posted as time nears. Have a wonderful day and continue to create beautiful works of art. Hugs, Sally
O what a bouquet indeed, and so glad your RW is home to enjoy the flowers with you. I am not sure what sort of black market is going on but it does not sound good. Cannot wait for the new creations.
Love the sunflowers…
xoxo
…and what a DAISY of Noisy Florist you would be… 🙂
Fresh bright flowers, gathered treasures, a black market, big window, table, chairs…so good for talk over tea.
And now RW is home and you're headed for your workshop. Nice day for something.
Queen Anne's Lace looks like galaxies.
…thanks so much ladies! Wish I could give you all a little bouquet or corsage for the day!!! My heart feels like it's blooming.
And as for the black market details, I'm still gathering evidence:) Moi ha ha (a good natured laugh for certain with undertones of dreary feelings BUT HARDLY ANY at at that because LIFE IS GOOD and frankly, I transcend ridiculousness).
…and while I'm off my duff and doing work, I thought I'd let you know it's going very well indeed!!!
XO
The blossoms are lovely…I'm too soft-hearted to cut many of mine.
Besides that, I have to battle with the bunnies for them…stinky little rabbits are eating my lilies and pansies. At least they waited until AFTER the lilies bloomed.
Thanks for sharing YOURS!
Pretty, pretty in purple, madame!!
hooray for your man being home!
*and many fresh flowers for the welcome!*
It is amazing what fresh flowers can do for the home ( and heart) I don't know why I never treat myself to them ? Perhaps it's time to start!
-Jaime
You are wonderful.