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Imagine the Possibilities

FOUND IN: Uncategorized on July 06, 2011

The color alone is mesmerizing. These small vases have the festive look that can add drama to any floral arrangement.

I took a break from the design room to attend what ends up being one of the favorite events of every AIFD symposium, the Partners Expo. We get an opportunity to see the newest cut flower, live plants, containers and accessories. This is the stuff that will make its way into the marketplace because of the people coming to this event and seeing it used in creative ways.

I get pumped because of all the cool things seen when scouring the room. Motor is reeving! Imagine what comes next!

Orange anthuriums create a playful look with the pink sticks tied into the arrangement.

These cone gingers are the ultimate in texture.

Succulents are still so hot in the floral world. Nature's burgundy tipping is seen in this floral design.

Simple can be so elegant. A single flower rests on top of green sand.

Turning Up the Heat

FOUND IN: Uncategorized on June 25, 2011

Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye sang it best in "White Christmas":

“We’re having a heat wave,
A tropical heat wave,
The temperature’s rising,
It isn’t surprising,
[We] certainly can can-can.”

100+ degree temps followed with steam-drenched air seem the right place for intense color and tropical display. Could it get any hotter out there?

Need to cool down..........

Building Up

FOUND IN: Uncategorized on June 18, 2011

Today marks the two month honeymoon for me and the girls. It hasn't gone exactly as planned. Within days of installing the first two hives, one group decided they weren't having the new digs.

Bees congregated on the outside of the hive so thickly that the color of the hive in places was just black. The wake up call next morning yielded nothing more than empty chambers with the sound of my voice echoing, "What happened?"

To add insult to injury, the veggie garden was covered in bee poop, apparently their way of giving me many middle fingers on the way out.

After finding another package of bees three weeks later, I reinstalled in the empty hive and stood back. Everything was fine until a month later when I removed the sugar water for the day so I could clean the top feeder.

So much for home sweet home. The sound of silence returned once more to hive #2.

When the disappointment dissipated, I decided to focused on hive #1. Today, they seem robust and building in numbers.

All 8 frames are filled with brood, pollen or honey. Hive beetles, the nemesis to the colony were found in small numbers. I crunched, squished and mashed the black beetles as they scampered away from the bees who were chasing them around the condo.

To celebrate two months, I've added on. A small brood chamber was installed to allow them a little bit more growing room. No honey for the humans yet. This is about the girls.

My fingers are crossed. Will they will like the new curtains?

(Thanks to David for taking the photos!)

A Cup to Quench My Thirst

FOUND IN: Uncategorized on June 14, 2011

While multiple sources give easy access to the thirsty bees, the water filled bromeliad cups seem to be the favorite. The hottest time of day sees frantic efforts to gather water. The tropical grouping looks alive with bees landing on the colorful foliage, disappearing amongst the leaf spacing. Darting back and forth gives the appearance that something wonderful exists in these heat loving rosettes.

This poolside activity isn't appreciated by all guests bathing in the afternoon sun. "No swatting please.", I say. "They aren't interested in you. They have a job to do!"

While there are bromeliad groupings positioned throughout the garden, those in full sun seem to be the most popular. As for favorite species, the Neoregelias, in my unscientific observation, seem like the winners. The broad cups give plenty of surface space for them to walk right up to the water's edge.

Waiting for Silk

FOUND IN: Uncategorized on June 06, 2011

The crinkled seeds rest comfortably in my palm's center. The kernels, tough and dry, do not look as though they might amount to much.

I never cease to be amazed by the single shoot. They sprout overnight, pushing anything to the side, making way for fresh air. This can't be without effort.

They wobble during adolescence, leaning awkwardly toward the sun. The wind and rain toy with them and I worry they might not make it. I've had my eye on them twice a day, every day, cheering them upward.

It's doubtful they need me to fret. Slender stalks attain girth, parallel leaves outstretching beyond boundaries. Living weather vanes powder the landscape. Dusty lust mingles with blushed silk below.

The pregnant pause is short lived as ears fill, sheathed in the glow of green satin.

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