Showing posts with label flowers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flowers. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Urban Waste...not !




There's nothing that can stop me in my tracks as quickly as a kerbside collection of green 'waste', waiting to be picked up by the local council ! I can spot a sawn-up silver birch, bundled-up bamboo or trussed-up twigs a mile off, and if I can lift them and/or squeeze them into the back of the mighty little Peugot, in they go ! Nature's bounty !

Recently in my neighbourhood, I found a tangle of branches from an unidentifiable tree, each of which branch, on its own, was worthy of rescue, being of a fantastic wind-blown shape. They were all rather large though, and would have needed to be displayed in a warehouse-sized room.

I have broken these branches down into smaller pieces and used them in several ways, and I've still got heaps left !

One became a sort of nest above branches of silver birch (from another street collection), which had been screwed upright on to a wooden plank for stability. Originally these branches had candles on them, and were used to decorate a table at Christmas. This time, I affixed water tubes to them and put stunning violet Vanda orchid blooms in each one.

I was also able to make little hand-tied bundles of twiglets, which I could then jam in to a favourite rectangular ceramic vase, and use to support these beautiful deep-sea-blue anemones. This tricky technique also works really well to support tulips in a wide-mouthed vase.

Then, finally, I tied little twiglets on to 2 metal candle holders which have been waiting for years to be used in an interesting way.

Just another example of what is one person's trash, is another's treasure.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Weekend at Daylesford


Journal entry - June 6
We arrived at the house in Daylesford in time to have a cup of tea before heading off to Hepburn Spa, for a spa and massage. I chose a ginger, lime and geranium blend, hoping it would help my sore throat. I lay in the bath listening to the soothing sound of rain on the tin roof.

Ann had made a tart from the 5 Crown apples growing on the tree outside the bedroom window, and Yves had made an entree from the mushrooms growing in the front garden. I made a mental note to start work on a vegetable garden during the coming weeks, so that it would be ready for a spring planting. The table was decorated with candelabra wound round with some ornamental grape vine, with just a few crimson-coloured leaves tightly holding on.

I just loved those fragile little nerines growing on the side of the garden path. I must get some for the shop when I return.

How wonderful to be able to enjoy the fruits of nature so simply, and in so many ways.