Cogitative






Captivated. By Watermelon radish. Want a large-scale print of this. Surprise.

Ant formation on window.

Morning (5:15 a.m.) sky, aligned.

Recent savory galettes: paneer, amul, arugula,herbs, brown butter- poached eggplant and watermelon radish and pickled w.m. radish.. whew.

7-20 Heliconia and curly willow

7-20 Coxcomb with Sage and Crespedia (Billy Balls) at the bar, in Lassi cups

Agreed. From Wit and Delight #yesiwould 

Loquat tree

For the past few months I’ve been filling various vases with these large, sturdy and very long-lasting leaves from a tree in my backyard. To be honest, I had no idea what the tree was.

And suddenly one day I went out back and there was fruit on the tree. Not so much as it’s a gold mine, as it is- a gold mine. Loquats!


Loquats and a Mountain Bird” by anonymous Chinese artist of the Southern Song Dynasty

First, I filled the tiny vase with the loquat trimmings..

And today I added the clippings to some Craspedia and Bottle Brush (I happened upon on a rainy stroll) for a more composed look. I’m quite fond of this little arrangement I must say. You can also guarantee I will be taking more snips from the tree to use at work for morning galettes.

Dried

I’ve never been one for dried flowers. What can I say, it just isn’t my thing. I much prefer a revolving door (if you will) of fresh live elements. Whether it’s leftover blooms from an event, fresh yard clippings, or snippets I’ve discovered while out foraging. I like fresh blooms and leaves around me. I can’t help but feel it gives a room clean and fresh energy.
The whole ‘dried’ or ‘fake’ flower scenario conjures up stuffy rooms in a grandparent’s sitting room (possibly mine). If memory serves: there was a generous layer of dust coating a derelict floral arrangement on a book shelf. Again, just not my thing. I also draw the line at dried eucalyptus. Not that there is anything wrong with it, but it’s the sort of thing my mom might keep in a wicker basket in her sewing room. It also takes me back to unpleasant childhood memories of being dragged into a Garden Ridge (crazy warehouse of craft explosion) against my will. Again, whatever makes you happy (this doesn’t do it for me). But happy it makes her times three.

What I will tolerate in the spectrum of dried things are featured below:

 Tallow berry (featured two ways), Crespedia (aka Billy’s Balls) and Cotton on the stem.

I unearthed (from a time capsule) quite a load of Tallow berry. Some I have arranged in an empty (and treasured) Cafe du Monde can.

The rest is working in a tighter, more clustered arrangement. I added a stem of cotton for some textured contrast.

And then there’s Billy’s Balls. Gotta love these. They are so much fun to use when fresh but also dry perfectly, color intact. I’ve cut mine down quite a bit and tucked them into a tiny vase, leaving only the little yellow heads visible.

I’m also fond of drying out antique Hydrangea (when it’s in season), using Bittersweet berry (in moderation) and tussling with dried Silver tree in the winter. I’m sure I am forgetting a few others….

What dried elements will you tolerate?