Event Season

Yesterday I helped arrange "flowers," which mostly consisted of terrariums and single orchids in tall glass tubes, for a wedding in downtown Troy.

My friend Barbara Jefts, who grows amazing things up at Native Farm Flowers, took me on as an assistant, and we talked a lot about the wedding flower business: how to finesse it, what it entails.

Barbara let me put together the aisle markers, 14 tiny bouquets

I'm nervous and excited to help a friend with her wedding flowers in late July, but I have to admit all the chapel bells have me feeling a bit heartsick. I better get outside.

Post-Solstice

Somehow a lot always changes in six months. (Never stops changing?)

We're lucky we have seasons to mark our time.

 I moved.

 My place of work also moved, but the people I love came with it.

This spastic little creature loves my space. 

The whole animal kingdom loves me and my space lately, in fact.

What will the next solstice look like?

It's already time

to begin thinking about CSA shares for July. June was a hectic month--I guess May was, as well. Is there ever an un-hectic month?

Maybe it'll be July. (Chances are slim.)

And yet Flower Scout persists! Or tries to.

If you're interested in a CSA share this month, here are the deets:

PRICING:

Full Share: At least 1 bouquet every week for the month of June - $50

Half Share: At least 1 bouquet every other week for the month of June - $30

Shares also include a weekly FS newsletter, and other miscellaneous floral-themed surprises.

 

PICK-UP LOCATIONS  
** BOTH ARE NEW LOCATIONS <  SO LOOK OUT **:

Mondays: The Honest Weight Food Co-op, 100 Watervliet Ave in Albany, 4-6 pm

Wednesdays: The future Troy Tool Library, 107 Mill St in Troy, 4-6 pm

P.S. I've realized that I'm bad with delivery, unless it's on my way to work or home, and even then I'm bad. Let's figure out how everyone can pick up (except Angelica; we're cool). Even if you can't pick up at the designated times, we can work something out.

 Get ready for some raiding of the fruit trees.

Email me at flowerscoutfarm@gmail.com to reserve a spot. They're necessarily limited (more limited than last month, even, in hopes of de-hectic-ifying the coming month) so act soon.

weekenders

I still haven't gotten used to having real weekends. After a few years of working Saturdays, the long stretch seems both luxurious and interminable. Overindulgent, maybe. But I don't complain. I plant seedlings, go to my first yoga class in months, hug people, drive through the country, sleep, clean, dance, make messes, arrange flowers.

Let's just skip Mai, ok?

I didn't do anything during the month of May, or I did everything. It seems like too much to post about, and so I haven't. But if you're a F.S. member, or if you interact with F.S. at all in the physical world (off the interwebs) you probably know that I've been cranking out bouquets and dance moves on the regular.

The month of May brought peonies, by the bucketful, and a host of flowering weeds. Also rolling through were the bearded heads of irises, in all their subtle hues and dramatic complexity and ephemeral quick-fade. We had bright orange poppies, one week, with papery petals. And now, in early June, roses have begun to bust out so quickly I can barely keep tabs on which sidewalk-overspilling bushes are still in bud and which are too open to cut.

And it RAINED.

I know I'm not the only tiny farmer or flower peddler without adequate time for writing. Still and the same, I hope to get better about it STARTING RIGHT NOW. (Now I know this blog is real, right? Every silly blogger apologizes to their ghostly audience after every period of radio silence.)

What I want to start today, though, is a compendium of some of the things that are inspiring me out there on the Innertubes. Here's begins the list: click it!

SAIPUA

Sarah Ryhanen designs arrangements like a Dutch Master (the painter, not the smoking tool) and emphasizes the natural freakiness of every object she works with. Her bouquets are necessarily off-kilter, leaning, splayed out, spilling over. They trail down the sides of tables and drop petals, just like I like it. And she's farming, too, at World's End, a place I desperately want to visit, and have a feeling I'll never want to leave once I do. They'll have to drag me outta there. Sarah writes a lot about being busy, about reality versus vision, about successes despite anxieties, and about how far she's come with her business. I lean on her blog and am hungry for it; whenever she posts, it's like a little window into what I could someday be up to. Plus her photos are unbelievable.

. . . more dreamboaty flowerstuffs to come . . .