So which is more beautiful to look at, the flowers in the vase or the pieces of the flowers as they fall on the table top below them?
All spring, summer and fall I have flowers on the toilet tank in the bathroom. Because the tank is white and the surface undisturbed, you can see the tiny dots of yellow/orange pollen sprinkled around the base of the vase.
Years ago I made a piece of art from thread and yellow crayon. I ran the thread through the crayon then tied each individual piece into another thread that I had inserted into the wall vertically making a line about 6 inches long. I rested the other end of the treads on another thread about 3 feet away, the loose ends bunching together to make a tassel and the whole piece a swag.
I liked the piece, but what I think of most is the markings left from the yellow crayon where the thread touched the wall when I took the piece down. They were so faint, (like the pollen) the ones made from the thread tied to the left side reminded me of the marks left from heavily applied mascara on the skin just beneath the eye. Except barely visible. On the “tassel” side, just a smudge of yellow.
And then, there’s always my bucket of scraps. I know I’ve posted photos of my scraps before, but of course, they are never the same. I could post a photo of my scrap bucket several times a week and it would always be a new bucket of scraps.
Every time I make vegetable juice, I stare at the leftover pulp and wonder what I could do with it. Intense, rich orange, magenta and green (carrots, beats and spinach). Last week at Gardenworks I watched Nicole carry out a clear plastic bag of wildly colorful dead flower buds. They were for the compost, but I thought there must be something else to be done with them.
Beautiful residue. I wonder if the residue ever becomes more important than the place it came from.