petal revolution

I love cut flowers, so have treated myself to a flower share at a local farm each year. Each week for 10 weeks, I visit a towering, four-story, historic, white barn and stroll among the bins selecting brilliant flowers to display at the dining table where I can feast my eyes. Belles of Ireland. Lisianthus. Purple Coneflower. Teddy Bear Sunflower. The flower share follows in the vein of a Community Supported Agriculture (CSA) share--a direct marketing practice--where you buy a share of weekly produce. In my town you can also get seasonal shares of lamb, beef, pork, and chicken, all of which spillover into our pastures from a neighboring farm at times.

This summer, a new flower phenomenon has evolved. The day after the flowers arrive, I've discovered that they have migrated. Small hands rearrange them elsewhere or replant them. Sometimes, I'll find most of them replanted under the birch tree, or tucked into the perennials, or keeping the lettuce seedlings company (see below). Sometimes they've been painted new hues. Recently, they have transitioned into still life in muffin tins, perhaps because we had a tea party for the dolls and made petal upside down cakes with grass and earth.



I've been searching for words to describe this phenomenon. Petal revolution? It's surely four-year-old performance art, with a constant succession of images. Altered states of still life? Except these still lifes readily migrate to other venues. I have not guided these creations, and I've been influenced by their wonderful and unexpected manifestations. I guess I'll just be content in knowing that bouquet deconstruction is creating a new beauty paradigm in my own backyard.