I am now the proud owner of a laminator. It is ridiculously fun to use. Laminate ALL THE THINGS!
The nice thing about making art (instead of stories) is that at the end of the day, you might have something pretty to look at. I think my favorite here is the dead nettle, oddly enough, though the explosion of pansies does make me smile. smile emoticon
These are little 5×7 framed originals — now comes the part I hate, figuring out how to price them. Sigh. Minimum $10 to cover the cost of the frame…
The irises are starting. 🙂 When I was a kid, irises were my favorite flower — I even used to do paper crafts where you made an iris out of paper, which is a complex and challenging process. Now, of course, there are too many flowers I love for me to have a favorite. But irises will always have a special place in my heart. I’m not sure of all the names, but I think the second is Batik, and the third is Captain’s Choice, both new to my garden this year.
It’s a funny sort of flower — you can’t really see the prettiest part unless you tip the blooms up. But here are the points in its favor: a) it’s hardy and deer / bunnies / squirrels won’t eat it, b) when it’s coming up, the pointy spikes add a unique and interesting element to your garden, c) when it starts to open, the delicate blooms are graceful, unusual, and lovely, and d) if you cut some and put them up on a mantel, with their tall stems, then the blooms are high enough that you can actually see the flower parts and enjoy them. They always make me think of fairy houses.
Serendib garden journal: I love to travel, but it is hard to leave when the garden is blooming — I’m always afraid of missing something. When I left, the columbines and bleeding hearts were in full swing, but I could see that the irises were about to start, and the lilacs were beginning to bloom. I just planted those lilacs last year, and they hadn’t really gotten going yet, and I didn’t want to miss them.
I planted them for Kirsten, one of our best, oldest friends, who loves gardening, and especially loves lilacs. They always make me think of her. And then I went on my trip, and came back a week later, and it was okay — I hadn’t missed them. The lilacs were still just opening their buds, and I cut some, and brought them in, along with some columbines (aka granny’s bonnets) that had blown mostly down in the wind. And now my kitchen smells like lilacs, which is one of the best scents, and sometime soon, I will call my friend, and talk to her about her garden, among many other things.
(And speaking of friends, the columbines are freely self-seeding, as promised, and I already have quite a host of them, in a variety of colors, and can easily spare a few to other gardens. Locals, could you use a columbine? Julie, Nara, Toni?)
Serendib garden journal: I have moved: one metal arch, one stone water feature, two bunches of double tulips, two Raspberry Splash pulmonaria, one Jack Frost brunnera, five columbine, and one heuchera. It took about an hour, and the garden looks SO much better, I can’t even tell you. I can show you after pictures, but I didn’t take any before pictures, so the dramatic improvement won’t be obvious. Just trust me, many flowers were crowded in all the wrong places; everything is much happier now.