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[pat]

I went to church this morning. I made a eight inch floral wreath to go around the paschal candal (daisies, baby breath, camellias, and carnations) and a three foot foliage and flower cross (including Meyer lemon, box, fern, dusty miller, carnation, camellia, purple mum, baby's breath and some stuff I can't identify). I also helped put candles in bobeches.

I am tired but happy -- I like working with flowers a lot.

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[kiya]

I find there's something very satisfying about working with plants, about getting my hands in the dirt. (I just spent a while working on potting my plants, and the Easter basket of bulbs my mother-in-law spent us got potted Wednesday night and one's starting to emit a vibrant purple-blue flower.)

It's an alive thing.

I get some of the same from when I've worked with dried flowers for crafting purposes, which is I think the closest I've come to your wreaths and such. I find it connecting and grounding.

My hands smell of earth.

[patgreene.livejournal.com]

It's also a sense of making art out of something very fragile and temporal. And, as my friend who taught me flower arranging says "You can't really mess up flowers."