Oh, the end of the annual cutting garden is here. Drips and drabs are hanging on- a few zinnias and stock, the last of the snapdragons and some butterfly weed whose foliage has been altered plum from the whisper of a frost last night. I gather enough to make a small bouquet, stop by the mixed border on the way to the house and snip a few stems of cotinus and physocarpus. Looking in my bucket I realize I have a mess of textures, not enough of one color or element to tell any particular story. Looking around the house I thieve the 5 fiery mango calla lilies from their vase, a minimal display and my total impulse buy from Trader Joes on Monday. With the addition of the callas the color palette is tied together and the cutting garden misfits go out for a last hurrah. – Roanne
image by roanne robbins for studio ‘g’
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