Though a most common shrub, even mundane for some, Forsythia offers some big dividends in the fall for the lovely colors that emerge as the season wanes are beautiful in arrangements. Sanguine shades and golden hues, fall Forsythia adds depth and brilliance all at once.
The days are noticeably shorter and the photo capture window is more fleeting, though seemingly more rich in tonality. There is a predominance of yellow in the natural world these shortened days in the color of the light, leaves, foliage. It is quite easy to fill vases with the fall neutrals so prevalent right now…
A waning season
Soon it will ‘really’ be fall and we will no longer have temperatures above 70 or 80 degrees for days on end. The trees will take on their delicious and familiar cloaks and then leave them on the ground for us. The light changes this time of year along with the plants, animals, insects. It…
Ah, Monarda punctata, Spotted Beebalm, I have been pining for thee for a while now. The details on this flower are astounding and there is something Doctor Seuss-ian about it that brings me great joy so I couldn’t wait to snip a few boughs to use in this foraged arrangement.
Oh Porcelain Berry Vine, you are so lovely yet so unhealthy for our native vegetation. I can’t resist your charms though and so I pluck you off whatever foliage you are suffocating and take you home and make something with you.
This is New England Aster, Aster novae-angliae. Around mid-August I kept thinking I needed some aster, it was like a craving for something sweet. I made my way to a nursery nearby and found this variety and Aster oblongifolius ‘Raydon’s Favorite’. The wonderful nursery nearby that sells many native plant varieties is, Behmerwald Nursery. Also,…
I remember this plant from childhood and I have always had an eye for her (it is in the Buckwheat and Knotweed family). At the farm where I pull weeds in exchange for flowers they have several varieties, some of which are three feet tall! I forage some every time I cut flowers there. Not…
I love these porcelain containers and their color makes me think of the inside of a conch shell, not quite pink, not quite peach, some lovely place in between. These vessels sit on a piece of furniture at home patiently waiting for me to share some flora with them, so I obliged– fleabane and ‘past…