All that rain recently and The Nature has become a bit mutant.
The kale in the veggie patch looks like some kind of science experiment. The yucca has sprouted its 8-foot tower topped with bell-shaped blossoms. A torrential downpour or two has made things bend and droop in unbecoming ways. Returning from a few days away, it was obvious that we had to do a little hacking back of our flower garden.
Do not weep for the abundant daisies, lupins or black-eyed Susans, my friends. They are strong, resilient and weed-like in their proliferation.
(In fact, I’m pretty sure they’re in cahoots with the actual weeds. Why else would they snuggle up so tight with the enemy?)
Despite their suspicious dalliances, these tall, billowy flowers also blow and tra-la-la in the wind in an English-garden-around-the-manor-I-do-not-own manner that endears them to me. So often, instead of pruning them into the compost heap, we cut them off at the pass and I put them in this vintage vase.
This 70s beauty cried out to me from a sea of Christmas decorations at the yard sale. It cried, “Buy me, I am only 10 cents!”
Behold the retro, bubbly texture of the glass. So fun!
Today, it was the Susans that were mis-behaving, so they got the snip. There were so many of them that they made an instant bouquet, sneaky devils that they are.
A cheerful handful from the garden.
Only the truly heartless can throw full-beauty blossoms straight in the compost, no matter how invasive their tendencies.
Right?
So yes, I’m going to need a lot more vases.
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