Sunday, September 2, 2007

Stop And Smell The Hydrangeas?

Actually hydrangeas don't really have much of a smell, but....Do you just love this centerpiece that I have on the counter in my kitchen? I do. I placed each flower individually in an arrangement of jars in a wooden tray that I rescued from its demise and quickly painted for an autumn centerpiece I made a few years ago. Although autumn is right around the corner, I plan to cling tightly to the last days of summer. Cutting these beauties from my flower garden is helping me do just that. And since the tray is already out, it will make for a quick transition to the leaves and gourds that will adorn it soon enough! I also pulled out my favorite jar from the collection to show you - the detail on it has vines of flowers - it so cuuuuute!
Come on and take a guess at what that weird looking enamel thing from yesterday's post is. I haven't had anybody give it a whirl yet and I'm anxious to hear what you think it may be! There could be something special in it for the first person to guess correctly!!!!!!! (The following individuals are exempt from the contest due to conflict of interest: Josh, Brett, Lindsay, and Mom = so ssshhh!)


Anonymous said...

I too adore these beautys of nature! I am not sure if you noticed or not, but during the class reunion my table centerpiece was also hydrangeas along with two small cut glass vases behind my sink! They have been flourishing here on Pike St. since before my grandmother and grandfather filled this dwelling! I, myself have added more pinkish and purple hydrangeas that I received for Mother's Day one year. The originals were sage that was one of our wedding colors and were actually one of our wedding flowers along with alstromeria (which has alot of meaning behind it also since it was Darlene Thompson's funeral flower R.I.P). Your arrangement is very elegant and I also appreciated that you singled out the one bottle with the vines...very beautiful! PS: I have been told that if you add pennies to your soil the hydranges may come up a different color!


sondra said...

Thanks for the tip. I think I'll give the pennies a try. Brett's fiance, Lindsay, wants blue colored hydrangeas for their wedding, and I know that the acidity of the soil guides the color of the flowers. So I'm sure pennies will help. And if I can grow them the right color it will be a real $ saver! Interesting about the alstromeria - their my fav. flower!!

Sandie said...

I could'nt be happier that two of my kids "Lindz & Sondra" have developed their mothers tastes!
Connie and I always thought we were the bad guys...Welcome to our world of "age = beauty"...I couldn't be happier..
Stay happy...Life is to short..
There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal
> illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was
> getting her things "in order," she contacted her pastor and had him
> come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.
> She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what
> scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be
> buried in.
> Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave when
> the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to
> her. "There's one more thing," she said excitedly.
> "What's that?" came the pastor's reply.
> "This is very important," the young woman continued.
> "I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand."
> The pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what
to say.
> "That surprises you, doesn't it?" the young woman asked.
> "Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request," said the pastor.
> The young woman explained. "My grandmother once told me this story,
and from
> there on out, I have always done so. I have also, always tried to
pass along
> its message to those I love and those
> who are in need of encouragement.
> 'During my years of attending church socials and potluck dinners, I
> remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared,
> would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork' That was my
> part because I knew that something better was coming ... like velvety
> chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with
> substance!' So, I just want people to see me there in that casket
with a
> fork in my hand and I want them to wonder "What's with the fork?".
Then I
> want you to tell them: "Keep your fork .. the best is yet to come."
> pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young
> good-bye.
> He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before
> death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of
> than he did.
> She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people
> her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge She KNEW that
> better was coming.
> At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and
they saw
> the pretty dress she was wearing and the fork placed in her right
hand. Over
> and over, the pastor heard the question "What's with the fork?" And
over and
> over he smiled.
> During his message, the pastor told the people of the conversation he
> with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told
> them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her.
> The pastor told the people how he could not stop thinking about the
fork and
> told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about
> either.
> He was right.
> So the next time you reach down for your fork, let it remind you ever
> gently, that the best is yet to come.
> Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and
encourage you
> to succeed and sometimes even disagree. They lend an ear, they share
a word
> of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.
> Show your friends how much you care. Remember to always be there for
> even when you need them more. For you never know when it may be their
> to "Keep your fork."
> Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share .. being
friends with
> someone is not an opportunity but a sweet responsibility.
> And keep your fork .
> _____
> No virus found in this incoming message.

sondra said...

Wow! Sandie Taber...visiting my blog. Thank you dearly for the words of wisdom. I'll keep them close to my heart. Miss you!!