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, although I have also continued to indulge in some more floral design for our ‘real’ world – my thoughts have been of another design albeit tinged with sadness.
For with the death of my wonderful Grandmother one early April morning and a eulogy to deliver 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.