Thursday, August 05, 2010
Guilt and the Art of Wildflower Picking
Most of you already know that I live my summer's in the mountains near Lake Tahoe. I have a studio in my basement so I don't miss a minute of clay making. It's a very delicious set-up.
Because we had a very late rainy season up here this year the wildflowers are still blooming like crazy. Out the cabin back door and down a steep hill is the Tahoe Rim Trail. We walk sections of it almost every day. Lately, in spots, it feels like I am about to enter the Emerald City through the poppy fields. Some of the meadows of flowers are as high as my head. It's indeed very, very intoxicating.
My friend Michele,who is visiting, gave me the evil eye this morning for suggesting we go flower picking.. "Don't you know you are NEVER supposed to pick the flowers?"she informed me as I swiped an Alexander Thistle that was growing by the trail. YIKEES, I didn't know my good friend was part of the Nature Police. I can't help myself. When there are oceans of color right out my door I figure plucking one or two flowers couldn't really hurt, right?
I do have a bit of a conscience. I did recently make a small vase specifically designed to accommodate just a few flowers. I got it out of the kiln yesterday and filled it this morning. Above is a pic complete with the little thistle that I smuggled home from the walk. Below is a detail of the mishima design on the vase.