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A tiny vase on Monday
Small is beautiful, and in the case of my vase this week, small is very beautiful because it involves the tiniest of wild flowers. I love all the flowers in my garden, but even more I love wild flowers. I was walking in a local field last week and saw the dainty field pansy (better known to me as heartsease) growing between the lines of harvested corn. Any day now that field will be ploughed up and all those little beauties will be buried under heavy clods of earth, so to keep their sweet kitten faces alive, they are in my vase this Monday. There is also herb-robert, white clover, common fumitory, a low-growing umbelliferae which I can't specifically identify, and shepherd's purse with its heart-shaped seed pods.
To give the arrangement a sense of scale, so that you can see how dainty these flowers are, I have put a creamy yellow daisy from the garden alongside in the first photo. We spend so much time and money on the plants we grow in our gardens that the wild varieties, more often than not in the same families are our garden plants, are completely overlooked. They are just as beautiful, and actually, for me, more lovely.
PS : I thought I would do a vase for Halloween on Wednesday too, just in case you want to drop in later in the week!
By the time I have walked about four miles, my toes are screaming at me - it's the arthritis, you see. One of the joys of being that little bit older than I was. However, for a long time, I have been keen to walk along the beaches, and follow the coastal path, between Gullane and North Berwick. So, having worked out the tide times, I decided today was the day, and off we went. Below is our starting point, the bay at Gullane. It's a lovely beach, very popular with dog walkers. This is looking east, the direction Tilly and I were going to take. Looking back, up the Forth, the unmistakable bulk of Arthur's Seat, and Edinburgh's skyline, just clear enough to see. For most of the walk, there is the choice between wandering along a series of beaches, or following a path along the top of each. There's no denying it, at heart I am a shell-seeker. I have loads of shells at home. We lived on one of the out islands in the Bahamas for a just over a year, a long time ago, and …
Cathy at https://ramblinginthegarden.wordpress.com, whose brainchild IAVOM (In A Vase On Monday) it is, has set us a challenge this week, to produce a miniature vase, no bigger than 6"/15cm tall or wide, to celebrate the 6th anniversary of the weekly Monday post.
I have used an eggcup, with egg, to give some scale to my offering this week. The nasturtiums have survived a couple of frosts and some cold nights, but possibly not for much longer. I picked the smallest flowers I could find to fit in a tiny porcelain vase, which is almost completely spherical with a circular off-centre opening. It was made by a friend from long ago, Ingrid Atkinson, who I have not seen for about thirty years. She used to live and work as a ceramicist in West Meon, in Hampshire.
The flowers may be small, but they still pack a colourful punch!
We also have another tiny porcelain vase made by the late Austrian-born British ceramics artist Lucie Rie. Today's challenge seemed too good an opportun…
No leaf was harmed in the production of this vase on Monday! They just fell apart all by themselves. Fragile ruby red stems of leaflets from the rowan tree in our garden, glorious robust butter yellow and gingernut coloured leaves from one of my witch hazel bushes, and the delicate graceful leaves of silver birch. They have all come together for my vase this week, and I feel they should be viewed with a sound track, so here is the link to Eva Cassidy singing Autumn Leaves. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XTkUplF5VIEIt's all very melancholy, but however glorious autumn may be to the eye, it always brings a melancholy feeling to the heart. Another year moving towards its close.