Spent a solid day in the garden yesterday, here at the farm. We had so much rain this past Spring that everything shot up the most amazing amount of growth, but the plants just can’t sustain it in the heat unless I pour gallons of water onto it all (and I just can’t do that). Anyway, the plus side is armfuls and barrowloads of beautiful stems and seedpods; this urn arrangement is a summer tangle of these. The peonies are from Victoria but everything else is farm-grown.
For me, this kind of arrangement has real meaning, in the sense that it represents what I love about floristry: a connection to nature and the ability to follow through a plant’s life from seedling to harvest. It’s not going to win any prizes at a floristry show, it’s much too loose, but it’s the kind of unruly beauty that I love. And I’d take that over a pristine, oversprayed, hothouse, plastic wrapped bunch of imported perfection any day.
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