Although the doors to my little flower shop have been closed as of late – my floral endeavours have been continuing albeit in more of a fantastical way as the Crooked Hen and I’ve been busy creating some plants which would struggle to find a definition in any botanical guide!
However, I have also continued to indulge in some more floral design for our ‘real’ world with the flowers for the wedding of my niece and her dashing groom and another design tinged with sadness.
For on the early morning of Sunday April 19, my wonderful Grandmother died and although it was a privilege to deliver a eulogy before her loved ones during her memorial service in York – I also created a tribute to her with flowers.
Calling up her gentle nature and graceful poise, as well as a nod to her favourite colour of blue, I gathered up armfuls of the palest Sea Holly, cheerful daisy Chrysanthemums symbolizing joy and added stems of elegant miniature spray carnations which I finished with lush fern and speckles of spicy grey eucalyptus.
After arranging these flowers in a rustic basket and inspired by my Grandmother’s ethereal nature, I then added several wisps of Bear Grass as a finishing touch and as I thought about this ‘Portrait of Grandma in Flowers’ the words of Brian Jacques came to mind:
Don’t be ashamed to weep; ’tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.