Checkered past

When given the challenge of black and white for a wedding.  One could start researching roses.  One could research stocks.  One could look at black stones.  I'll never research black stones.  That's just the way it is.  Sorry.

 

Then there's the way my mind works.  Black and white you say?  No problem.  According to science, white is the colour the eyes of a human sees when it looks at light which contains all the wavelengths of the visible spectrum. (Reference, Wikipedia).  Thank you Wikipedia.

 

So, my black and white was inspired by the works of clever old Isaac Newton.

 

Here it is.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

High Rangers

That's what my pal Alice calls them.  High Rangers.

 

I'm happy to go with that.

 

Here are High Rangers alongside roses, ornamental cabbages (because I can, and they are fabulous), waxflower and a number of other bits and bobs.

 

All at The Monastery.

 

High 'Ranger; five.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Flowers and the empty flour bag

There was a mixer.  And empty flour bags.

 

There was a day some time in September.

 

In attendance were people who may have considered that I had lost the plot.  I proved them wrong, naturally.  It is entirely possible to create designs from things that would otherwise wind up in the recycling.

 

There were many flowers.  One I can't remember the name of.  It happens to us all. 

 

Here's what happened when we did a Floral Demonstration for the Florally Curious at the pop up cafe run by And The Dish Ran Away with the Spoon.