Icelandic poppies and ranunculus, held in a nineteenth century leech jar, impart a dash of color to the drawing room
Photo: Chronica Domus
Fresh flowers are a weakness of mine and I attempt whenever possible to brighten the house with at least a grouping or two weekly. The arrangements need not be large and showy, when simple and understated will do nicely, as seen in an earlier post here. They do, however, need to be as fresh as possible and fit the room in which they are to be displayed.
Two weeks ago, we attended the memorial service of my husband's great aunt who had recently passed away at the grand old age of 91. The family member that had organized the luncheon following the service generously sent me home with the small vase of flowers that had been displayed at our table. The arrangement was nice enough, but the stars, the Icelandic poppies (Papaver nudicaule), were obscured by the fluff that typically accompanies most run-of-the-mill florist arrangements. I am sure you are familiar with the stuff; bits of fuzzy greenery, gypsophila, grasses etc.
One of a pair of posies made with orange tulips, zesty ranunculus, and green viburnum macrocephalum, graces the dining table during a recent Mothering Sunday luncheon
Photograph: Chronica Domus
Upon our return home, I plucked the crepe-paper-like poppies from their vase, cut down their wiry fuzzy stems, and placed them in a small 19th century leech jar that I often use for diminutive arrangements. To the sorbet-colored poppies I added some ranunculus, in complimentary shades of orange and melon, that were already at hand and had formed part of two flagging posies which I had assembled for a recent Mother's Day luncheon in honor of a dear senior neighbor friend. The end result, I think, is really rather lovely. Don't you agree? The poppies are clearly and rightfully the stars of the show, just as they should be. I've named this my coincidence of color arrangement. Not only did my existing ranunculus blend well with the beautiful Icelandic poppies, but when I placed the vase on a table in the drawing room, the effect was instantly magnified by the zesty color of the upholstered side chair. A coincidence of color indeed, and a lovely way of prolonging our memories of great aunt Alberta with fondness and grace.