Fall Lemonade

Always enjoy making lemonade out of lemons. Bits and pieces come together.

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Leaf watch



Discovering more random leaves and blooms sprouting in the front and back yard. These tiny pink blooms are quite exciting, just wish I knew what they are. I trimmed more of these mysterious branches to fill another vase (below).


Fast forward a few days and most of the branches have opened up with these tiny pink flowers. I added more to a small vase, after the wildflowers perished with the sudden ‘heat wave’. Tulips are no longer on the mind….this week.

Blooming lime

The lime tree is covered in fragrant blooms and equally covered with delicious bees…I just couldn’t resist plucking a few sprigs from it today, and at the same time giving the ol’ Texas Mountain Laurel tree a little break.

I love taking 20 plus photos and having 3 to 5 good ones to choose from. Seems to always work that way, hence the reason I shoot 20 plus images. Here are 2 shots I happen to like. They are both similar angles, almost identical in fact, but each has a different back ground. Still undecided on which I like better..

I took some existing dried Crespedia (Billy’s Balls) out of its tiny vase and added the blooming lime, along with cotton on the stem and dried tallow berry.

Quite pleased with this small medley. Fresh, bright, cheery and fragrant sans bees.

Moved. Around

I needed to move the stem of Texas Mountain Laurel to the kitchen…the smell became slightly overwhelming (in a good way) and I thought it’d be nice to also enjoy it in another room.

Long-lasting scraps from a few weeks back fit perfectly (once chopped to size), in a favorite blown glass vase from Mexico. Bits include green trick dianthus: left-over from a Valentine’s order, random red flowers: whose name I was informed of at a Farmer’s market (but have since forgotten the name), sprigs of blooming lime and the leaves of Texas Mountain Laurel.

I suppose this is a Martini glasses as opposed to a Margarita glass, as they are a wee bit small to hold a decent pour of Margarita. In my opinion. Blue rimmed glass are some of my favorite vessels, and I have a set of four. Or is it six? Sadly, the other lot are still in a storage box in the old country….It is nice having just the two around. In the past, I’ve used them for floating flowers and hosting sprigs of succulents. Always a favorite look.

This week the blue rimmed Martini glass takes (yes, more) stems of Texas Mountain Laurel. Honestly, I’m just not over it yet and the neighbor’s tree seems to really be taking off now. The blue cobalt mason jar holds an assortment of tiny elephant ear leaves, Mountain Laurel and some new cuttings of an interesting shrub in the front. More on that interesting shrub soon.

It’s been certainly nice not buying flowers, but I may cave soon and pick up some tulips at the market…as it’s Spring after all.

Foraged

I feel really fortunate to be able to just walk outside and pick some greens to spruce up an existing arrangement. The scent from two stems of Mountain laurel became, dare I say, quite overwhelming. I needed to disperse one of the stems to another location. It ended up in the green swan vase, along with some random greens I discovered out back. Becoming reacquainted with Texas Mountain Laurel. Happily and quickly discovering that a little goes along way!

A short-lived bloom. Beautiful and surprising, if for a moment. Sometimes (if not most of the time) in nature, timing is everything.


Texas Mountain Laurel : Two trees

*Updated/February 19,2012

And suddenly it was there. Damp from the rain.
A tree is not just a tree. What looked like a just a tree yesterday, revealed itself to be a Wisteria tree today. Well, what I thought was a Wisteria tree is actually a tree called Texas Mountain Laurel.

Both have fragrant purple flowers that hang in clusters. Though Wisteria is quite invasive and also grows as a “woody climbing vine”, Texas Mountain Laurel begins as a short shrub and develops into a medium size tree. Interesting that the smell of Texas Mountain Laurel is compared to that of ‘grape soda’. This couldn’t be any more true. It is very strong but also sweet and pleasant.

Incidentally both Wisteria and Texas Mountain Laurel are part of the Fabaceae family, or also commonly known as the pea/legume family.

What a pleasant surprise to discover such a sweet-smelling tree in such close proximity. So close.

I’m BEYOND thrilled…

If you have ever encountered the bounty of perfume Texas Mountain Laurel exudes, then you know of the delight in which I speak. And you also might know of the delight of Wisteria. I need not say more.


Outside in

If you get close enough you can smell the bloom. I don’t recall the last time I caught the fragrance of a flower from a lime tree. It is truly an unforgettable smell. It is no wonder candles become inspiration, or they should in this case. In the background there is a single bloom of a Narcissus from the front yard. I know I shouldn’t have plucked this early sprout, but I couldn’t resist such a smell.

After the rain passed, these red flowers emerged a little more clearly. I’m not sure what plant this is, but the leaves are flat and paddle-like and feel slightly succulent in form. They are paired with another blooming branch from the lime tree and the greens from the Narcissus cluster. Ah, Spring fragrance….


Leaf watch

I’ve stopped counting the days, but I’m guessing I’ve had these cut leaves in a vase now for about 2 and a half weeks…truth be told I need to check the water.The whole arrangement has literally sat frozen in time, all this time.

Not sure what tree this is, but the middle top section looks as though it has new growth on it. Who knew? I’m pleased.

I’ve also recently collected a few trimmings from a lime tree on the side of my place. I couldn’t resist as it appears as it is going to bloom soon.

Blooming lime tree in February? Yes that’s what happens when the end of January is filled with rain, humidity and temperatures in the mid 70’s.

The rest of the arrangement involves more random leaves from the yard and the wonderful curly willow I found (left for dead) on a street downtown.