Turkey Tracks: October 27, 2013
Before the first freeze I cut as many of the hydrangeas in my yard as I deem necessary for the house. Once the winter weather hits them, the blooms are ruined.
I strip the leaves off the canes and just stick them into a dry vase. Most of them dry just fine. Some will shrivel up almost right away, and that’s just the breaks of this endeavor. (This year none of the lime green Annabelles dried for me.)
For the ones who dry nicely, the brilliant colors stay true for months and months. Often, I stick blooms into the fir Christmas Wreath I hang at the front door–and they are gorgeous there.
Here’s a lot I put into the kitchen. The pinkish lavender blooms came from a plant that JoAnn O’Callaghan Gladbach gave me on one of her visits before John died. It survived the winter beautifully–and one transplant this spring–and bloomed all summer.
I’ve often thought I’d love a house where the rooms were painted the shades in one of these fall hydrangeas: lime green, deep blues, aquas, deep purples, magenta pinks. Such a color scheme would not go with a thing in my house though.
JoAnn carried hydrangeas in her wedding bouquet–as did Tamara Kelly Enright. Tami’s blooms came from my Virginia garden. I made JoAnn and John a wedding quilt using hydrangea fabrics, called “Delectable Mountains” after the traditional block name and because JoAnn and John live in Denver, Colorado. Here it is being held by my sister-in-law Maryann Enright and me before I mailed it to Joann and John.
Local quilter Joan Herrick quilted this quilt using the Celtic New Grange symbol that JoAnn used in her wedding invitations. New Grange in Ireland is the site of one of the oldest and most amazing solstice sites.
Here’s another block:
And a close-up of a corner:
I love life circles like this one. I mean the giving and receiving of items that signal you love someone.
Here’s a picture of the counter about three weeks later. You can see the pink hydrangeas did not dry well, but the others are going strong. One never knows.
Melody Pendleton brought me this gorgeous pumpkin from her garden–and a Butternut squash which I cooked that night for dinner–on the day she finished painting the stairwell. Melody is a meticulous painter and a delightful person.
I have a jar of Sparky’s Honey (wild, unheated, local) for her.
And that’s how these things roll…