However one refers to this flower, it’s certainly a lovely feature of fence rows, fallow fields, vacant city lots. I’ve seen it in different sizes, apparently varied varieties, from tiny and bluish to large and shaded or lined with pinkish hues.
I encountered this one on a late summer walk. Had to share this simple and casual, yet beautiful and inspiring, blossom. Hedge bindweed as a title doesn’t really do this one justice. It seems quite glorious. Since I’m not a professional botanist, I suppose I may call it what seems appropriate.
I didn’t grow many flowers this year, but here’s a cute though mismatched little bouqet I selected from my meager offerings. A few geraniums and lobelia are blooming in addition to this verbena, zinnia, and nasturtium arrangement.
Its not quantity, but quality that counts in many aspects of life. We just need eyes to appreciate beauty in whatever size or form it takes.
Ah, for the days when poets composed sonnets to weeds.
I’ve always loved Queen Anne’s Lace, though in America farmers and gardeners seem to discount its beauty and consider it a pest.
But it’s much less invasive and dangerous than some later arrivals, like knotweed, poison hemlock (and garlic mustard, though I must profess my love for it too, in spite of the fact that it may be taking over forest borders from more demure wildflowers like trillium, spring beauty, bloodroot).
My mother told me the name of Queen Anne’s Lace way back when I was a child. She said it was a weed, but I sensed a part of her appreciated it like I did. I still imagine bridal bouquets whenever I see fields sprinkled or frosted with clusters of the frilly blossoms.
The Complete Language of Flowers by Sheila Pickles tells us that the name references Queen Anne’s love of lacy head-dresses. The tiny purple floret at the center of each bloom is said to represent blood from Queen Anne’s finger when she pricked it while making lace.
I hadn’t realized these items were so useful and collectible until I did a bit of research on them after spotting these on display the other day.
I have a vivid memory of one which sat on a dish in the front window of the parlor in the big rambling farmhouse in which I spent my early childhood. I visited the window often, though I was the only one who did – I sometimes became entangled in cobwebs. For some reason spiders loved the spot.
No one told me what the item was called back then. What a fascinating name. Apparently they date back to 14th century Japan, and were named frogs because they sit in water???
For more fascinating details and photos of a wide range of styles visit the blog Hearth and Vine.
I love all the ideas for using them – as pen holders soap dishes, or simply displaying on shelves. Some people simply love to collect them, in all their fascinating forms.
Here’s a couple of shots of my latest craft creations on their way to the co-op where I display my wares.
Had some odds and ends I purchases a while ago to create jewelry or whatever – I wasn’t sure – just bought bargains in themes I liked. Not sure if they’ll sell well, or if they will hold up to weather if placed outside, but it was such fun strining the marine-themed beads and shiny silver fish onto the wires.
Designed for the “new job” category, this entry in our local fair’s floral arrangement competition caught my fancy, and that of the judges’ as well.
Love the shiny new lunch box, bright red and yellow blooms, with matching tool handles. The arrangement shouts optimism for a fresh venture.
For those too young to remember – working men and school children opened heavy metal boxes like this one to see what surprised their mothers or wives had carefully packed for their noontime meal.
Today’s equivalent – the fabric bags with features to hold food temperatures steady are probably an improvement, but I do miss seeing the heavy duty ones with secure snaps, like the big black one carried by my dad, or the ones with TV characters carried by my classmates.