Friday, October 23, 2009

Flowers Inspired By...Cozy

I'm so excited to share this pairing! In case you haven't been following, every week I post a different theme (this week's was cozy) and you respond in the comments with a link to something that exemplifies that feeling for you. I then create floral arrangements inspired by your ideas.

LPF received just lovely, inspiring submissions, and I can't overstate how hard it was to select one to work with for the flowers. In the end, I went with the only poem submitted. It's by one of my favorite poets that I've ever read, and the author is one of the reasons I became an English major in college! I know, that's saying a lot, and now I'm really coming out as a complete nerd on this site, but what can I saw, it's true. So thanks to my dear friend Liz for reminding my of Eavan Boland's exquisite poetry.

For the flowers, I wanted to capture the moment of dusk, my very favorite time of day, as perfectly as the author did. I focused on various shades of blues and purples, ranging from cool to warm. There are also some warm golden and orangey hues to add more warmth and reflect a setting sun. Plus frosty blues and a little black that reminds of silhouettes. I am not sure I've worked with a palette exactly like this before and I am just in love with the flowers right now, especially the tea-stained purple-blue hydrangea.

My apologies for the length of this post! Below is the poem, and above are the flowers. I hope you love them all as much as I do!

"This Moment" by Eavan Boland:

A neighbourhood.
At dusk.

Things are getting ready
to happen
out of sight.

Stars and moths.
And rinds slanting around fruit.

But not yet.

One tree is black.
One window is yellow as butter.

A woman leans down to catch a child
who has run into her arms
this moment.

Stars rise.
Moths flutter.
Apples sweeten in the dark.


  1. I LOVE THEM! They are perfect. And the mason jar is definitely cozy.

  2. I keep looking at these and marveling - you have captured every image in ways I couldn't have imagined. If I ever received one of these with this poem on a letterpress card, I don't think I would ever recover from the joy.