|Stunningly sophisticated “black and white” anemones.|
It was my plan to arrange a lovely bouquet with the last few roses from our garden, mixed with branches of red berries from the bushes lining our fence. Earlier in the week I spotted several abundant clusters of the small antique roses outside our bedroom window. My thinking at the time was, “I’ll leave them with Mother Nature for a couple more days and then make my bouquets.”
Big mistake. They didn’t make it through the week, petals are scattered over the lawn and the branches are bare.
Not to worry I told myself. Just go to your favorite florist and buy a couple of bunches of what are essentially one of your favorite flowers, anemones. (Peonies are my absolute favorites, in case you were wondering.)
|Chrysanthemums, the other fall flowers. My least favorite. It seems almost immoral to talk about hating a flower. All blooms are gifts from nature after all.|
For those who are not enamoured of autumn and winter, I think anemones, whose season is approximately October through March, are nature’s way of picking up our spirits when the sun sets early in the day. I digress. . .
|Arent’t they exquisite? Sometimes where they are more blue-y mauve they are even more beautiful. The red ones are nice as well, particularly for the holidays.|
Yesterday, I set out to find my first bouquet of anemones since last March. What I forgot was that Saturday was All Saints Day, Toussaint, which meant the florist shops were teeming with chrysanthemums, known as graveyard flowers. They eclipsed the space for anemones.