Didn't even get a chance to make anything with these before they were gobbled up.
Didn't even get a chance to make anything with these before they were gobbled up.
Enjoying the start to summer and strawberry season. When going to the strawberry stand on the edge of town I can't help buying three baskets at a time. Field grown and so soft and ripe, they have to be eaten that day. Danes love to ask everyone who isn't Danish to say "rød grød med fløde" because its the hardest thing to say. It also happens to be a delicious dessert and a nice way to eat fruit at peak season.
The recipe below is my interpretation of the way my own Danish mother makes it. So delicious and a welcome to summer.
rødgrød med fløde (red fruit pudding with cream)
2 baskets berries (I used strawberries & raspberries) traditionally its red currants, raspberries, strawberries, cherries or plums (any combination)
3 tablespoons sugar (to taste)
2 tablespoons potato starch flour (or arrowroot powder or cornstarch)
1/4 cup cold water
splash of vanilla extract
lightly whipped cream (its nice barely whipped for this or soft peaks)
Rinse fruit and slice (you can also blend in blender). Place sliced or puréed fruit into stainless steel pan and stir in sugar. Bring to a boil, stirring constantly. Dissolve potato starch flour (or other) in 1/4 cup cold water and mix in, stirring constantly. Once off burner, stir in a splash of vanilla extract. Pour into large bowl or parfait glasses. Chill thoroughly (3-4 hours). Serve with cream.
What do we look for? How do we see? What do we focus on? A capture in time and fleeting moment, an embodiment of that moment. Sometimes you just need a blast of color. Bursts of bright pink.
Long before I was married, I used to watch (a lot of) movies with my husband and we said if something was filmed well, you could press pause at any moment and the still would be great. We used to do that so much and time and time again it proved to be right. That maybe all of this hurry up and get on to the next big event or mile marker in life is missing so much. Lets press pause more often.
The days are getting longer and the evening light is such a welcome return. Some photos of little things around the house in the warm evening light.
This little fairy cup brings joy to my heart - I've started a weekly fairy bouquet #fairybouquetfriday just for fun.
Petals and ferns drying. Our kitchen table is always filled with flowers and candles - I guess I'm a maximalist!
The idea of creativity during motherhood has been circling around.
Before having my son, I was always working on creative projects both for work and myself. I've always taken photos as a hobby of sorts, since I was about sixteen. After twenty years, I'm taking a break from "working" as a floral designer and I'm noticing that now that I'm not "working" as a floral designer, I'm taken a lot more photos of flowers than before. Melding my work into something else of sorts. Flowers have always been a tremendous part of my life and I don't think I will ever stop working with them - just in different ways. Anyway, I got lost along the way of talking about motherhood and being creative and finding the times and the tug-of-war one can feel.
As to finding space, I have to make it in a house with a five year old where every space needs to change during the day for the next project or meal - I tend to set up things to photograph on my kitchen table when I have time. It's got the best light in the house and easy to have a little undisturbed time and a fast and easy clean up. Life is messy and constantly moving with children. You can't be too precious, you just have to find a way to push through.
Enjoying the evening light and flowers in all stages of delight.
I love the iridescent glow in the blues (and merging into purples here). Blue, the color of quiet; still or crashing waves. I come to water for calm, for reflection, for peace.
The sweetest little powder blue forget-me-nots that pop up along my fence.
Floral on floral, I remember playing with scraps from my grandmother's vintage Liberty of London fabric stash when I was little. One of my favorites was one of their iconic florals in blues and greens similar to this one.
Looking for more color? A post about summer color and rainbows.
All flowers, styling and photography by Silvanie Farmar Bowers
Last year, I was all about bare eggs. Spring is a time of color and these Kashmir eggs are all about that.
A few chocolates go a long way in this simple little basket of baby tears with a few different springs of flowers tucked in. Perfect for a toddler or on your table.
I almost like the messy bits behind-the-scenes more. I always seem to take photos of them.
Spring has finally arrived! Happy to let go of winter and move on to days getting warmer. I am forever in love with strawberries and anyone who knows me knows I love using the foliage and flowers in arrangements. Such fond memories from my childhood of walking through our garden, picking strawberries. We used to pick the berries for our dessert and my mom would whip the cream, sometimes even vanilla ice cream. I guess its the true sweetness of childhood? My mom talked to us a lot about different fairies living in the plants and wild strawberries (or in the garden) have always seemed so magical to me and a sweet place for a fairy to live.
How could they not want to live with daisies and strawberries?
Daisies are another favorite - their sweet faces pull me in. When I was a kid, I used to love making fairy bouquets mostly out of tiny weeds, pinched between my fingers, almost small enough to put in a thimble. In keeping with that magic, I made my son a fairy bouquet with strawberry flowers and foliage, flowering thyme complete with a butterfly and mushroom, tied with a fine wool string with a little bow and long tails. Pure magic!
I think I could just make fairy bouquets all day.
A little jasmine, colds, chicken soup, pruning, rain, sun, rain.
Looking forward to longer days.
Bringing the spring colors inside on these cold days. Painting, mixing colors, everything childhood should be.
This Bjørn Wiinblad vase makes me so happy, she has flowers coming out everywhere, just my kind of woman.
An explosion of scent and color, violets are such a sweet treat.
They are hardy in the garden but a fleeting cut flower. Expect a couple of days of life in water.
Such sweetness from a little handful of flowers.
A look at last year's violets.
Mid-winter is feeling like spring with days in the 70's here in California. I cut some flowering quince from my front yard and fell down a rabbit hole.
Hellebores I picked earlier in the week at my mom's with a beautiful lichen covered branch that fell down one windy night a few weeks ago that I've been saving.
Muscari take me back to childhood and remind me of little flower fairies with their tiny florets and the blue is other worldly. Mine started pushing flowers in October! They're one of my most favorite flowers (my list is very long and changes with the season).
I love watching the quince fade out to a pale petal pink. I remember the days when people didn't want Coral Charm peonies because of the fade that is admired so much today. Oh, the ever changing floral trends.
My preferred floral tools have always been No. 2 Felcos and a pair of Joyce Chen snips (they can wear through pretty quickly but are the best size for me and have good action while they are sharp, they also fit nicely in your back pocket, most get accidentally thrown away). For the longest life of your quince or any flowering branch, scrape down the sides on the bottom inch or so with your Felco's (or knife) and cut on a diagonal with at least one sharp cut up the stem, sometime's I'll do two (like a cross). For more tender woody stems like snowball viburnum or lilac, smash stems with a hammer (or back of shears) after you scrape the stems. You will get the longest life-span from your flowers by properly conditioning so don't skip.
The first weekend of the new year and we woke up to a beautiful, heavy fog.Foggy mornings seem to give you more of a chance to slow down without feeling a sense of time going by. At least they do for me. My family spends a lot of time meandering the trails near our house. On this morning, my son was looking for mushrooms and I was busy looking at the remnant grass and seed heads of summer and fall in the meadows. The decaying blackberry canes and the last of the rose hips rotting and withering. I closed my eyes and thought of other seasons here, the flush of wild roses in the spring flouncing and adorning the sides of the path. The meadows lit up with explosions of colorful confetti when the mustard, wild radish and lupines are in bloom. The sweetness of the blackberries ripening in the summer heat. Listening to the birds, always busy, chattering away making nests or screeching as they swoop to snatch a mouse.
I thought I was making wreaths, but now they seem like nests. I still have my old fruit box on my back steps filled with bits I collect that I don't want to fly away. Mostly beautiful leaves, aged hydrangea and dried ferns.
Watercolor experiments with florals
Making collages for New Year's cards this year. In an effort to tidy my house, I have let go of so many magazines I used to collect. It makes it that much more fun to have to seek out things to clip - I was surprised to get some good ones from the holiday REI catalogue.
Traded some collages with other people through Instagram - it was fun sending cards to people that I only know through photos online. Email me if you are interested.
Some old and new photos of clematis. Just a few stems can make such and impact. You can really never go wrong with green and white.
Some clematis growing along the banks of the Russian river entwined with wild grape. Such a beautiful summer display.
First hydrangea I've cut all year, I've been saving it for fall because I love it aged. Tinges of green and pink and speckles - it's hardened off so will probably just let it dry.
Little basket I made earlier this summer. Looks so sweet turned upside down and used as a frog.