I love to collect dried plants for fall decorations. I’ve been keeping my eye on several plants that are growing along the edge of the road, or the bean fields. I need to wait a bit to go harvest them.
There’s a stand of milk weed at the edge of the field to the east of us. Once the pods split open, the plant can be cut and dried. They provide wonderful interest for a dried arrangement. My mother and I have spray painted milk weed pods gold to use in Christmas arrangements and package decorations, but they are beautiful in their natural colors.
Teasle is an invasive weed that gows in great clumps in our area. It has a wonderful, prickly head at the top of a tall stalk. You can make very dramatic arrangements with them. If you can harvest enough, you could bundle them together, rather the way you would make a bundle of corn stalks. (Check out the teasle in the basket at this site.) But, you have to be sure to use heavy leather gloves when you work with them, because sharp spines cover their stems.
There’s a plant that we used to call “Indian Tobacco,” when I was a child. It’s real name is “Curly Dock.” When it dries, it has a deep brown, seedy look, that contrasts the form of the other weeds, and adds more color to the arrangement.
I tend to suppliment what I find along the road with dried botannicals from places like Michael’s and Hobby Lobby. One of my favorites is the dried lily pod.
You can see a wreath that uses the dark brown pods at this site.
It’s almost time to harvest. I have several five gallon buckets in the garage, and as I harvest, I’ll stand the plants in the buckets to finish drying. Before Thanksgiving, I’ll create bouquets, tie them with twine, and then add raffia or a wide ribbon. Mother Nature sure gives us some lovely decorations.
Daily Archives: September 10, 2006
Tis a Season of Change
I think it’s safe to say that Fall is upon us. We haven’t had the scent of burning leaves, or the crispness of an early morning yet, but you can see the changes just starting in the plants.
Our road has fields of soybeans on either side of it to the east. About a week ago, I noticed the very first signs of change of color in the field. It was subtle, but yesterday it had become more pronounced. Those particular fields must have had enough rain to make it through the summer. The plants were vigorous, so I think this is most likely not a response to drought, but rather, the end of the growing cycle. The field is mottled with dark green, and shades of lemon yellow to tan sprinkled throughout.
We have a tree that lines several of our streets. I don’t know what tree it is, but it looks like it could be related to aspens. These trees are beginning to drop their leaves. Last week the dead leaves were dancing across the road as the wind from the coming cool front moved in. Tomorrow, they’ll be glued to the ground from the rain.
We have black walnut trees that line the eastern edge of the property. The walnuts have begun to drop. I suppose you really need to wear a helmet to walk near them! *G* The leaves have been on the ground for several weeks. They are the first sign of impending weather changes, to me.
It’s raining today. Should I count that as another sign? We haven’t had the burning drought we had last year, but I suspect we are behind in precipitation. EVERYTHING says “AAAAhhhhhhhh” when we get the least bit of rain.
I’m ready for cooler weather, but I can’t help wondering where the entire year has gone. Elegante Mother is correct when she says that the older you get, the faster the time flies.
The Goats
My mother cracked me up yesterday. I was driving her as we ran errands and she told me a pun.
When Dear Husband is away, we seem to make it a point to stand in for him telling puns. He’s addicted to the simplest puns, and I prefer the long drawn out stories with the goofy punchlines. At any rate, when he is away, we feel obligated to fill in the missing puns.
EM was reading a mystery. The book wasn’t particularly humorous, but it had a paragraph that hit her funny bone. Apparently, one of the characters owned three goats. The goats were named Shirley, Goodness and Mercy.
Those of you who are Christians get the pun. For the rest of you, the names are taken from this phrase “Surely, goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord,” which comes from the 23rd Psalm.
Perhaps you had to be there, but I thought it was funny!