“Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers
where I can walk undisturbed.”
It is about this time of year that I love my cutting garden the most. It is simply one long row of perennials planted alongside a fence. The daisies bloom first but not far behind are the rest. There are sunflowers and baby’s breath . . . statice and purple cone flowers, golden rod and phlox. Each year I add the zinnias. They drop their seeds but usually have to be planted each year. Through the years I have had other flowers in my cutting garden. Some years I have added many annuals for color and height. The best part is that I can have flowers in my home everyday of the week until the snow flies. Free.
It has been almost fifteen years since I bought these two little jars of “flower fragrance”. One is Lilac and one is Rose. When the flowers are trimmed of their lower leaves and are comfortable in their vase, I add two or three drops of oil to the water. I wiggle the stems around a little and the odor fills the room. While some fragrances are not true to their flowers . . . these are.
From my earliest days of making a home I remember how transforming it was to bring flowers inside. In the early spring it was tulips and daffodils . . . then lilacs. Later in the summer it was daisies and phlox and the flowers in my vase. In the fall the blossoms become less important and all kinds of branches and berries appear. All it takes to have a cutting garden is a little dirt and some seeds. Mother nature will do the rest.
“I perhaps owe having become a painter to the flowers.”