Philly Flower Show Outtakes
I've written a piece for the Greenwillow blog on the flower show that I'll link to later this week, but meanwhile I thought I'd include a few shots that didn't make the cut.
Here I am with a "blown" tulips, which means one that has opened completely and is past its prime. Don't I look like I'm reciting Shakespeare to it? How do I love thee .... A red tulip is for a declaration of love, but this one speaks more to the ephemeral quality of blooms. Notice the "mike." Freaked me out when they first put it on. I've never wore one before, but it worked beautifully. Also, there are some lovely rubber bands on my left wrist, which I used later to hold the blooms together before framing them with a doily.
In this one, I'm acting out the shock one would feel in getting a narcissus (for egotism) as Everett did in FHN. Although he's so full of himself, so maybe not. I, on the other hand, would be crushed.
And lastly, here's a good shot of all the flowers I took up with me on the train, because I had to find ust the right blooms and was a little concerned about running around Philly ISO hyacinth, iris, orchids, and lots of herbs. I am pointing to a red camellia (for unpretending excellence) and look like I have a tree growing out of my head. But I did have a fabulous time and hope to do many many more flowery events. Happy Spring! Hope you danced barefoot like Laurel and Lily.