/On Scheherazade

Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake

                                                            and dress them in warm clothes again. 


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           How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running 

until they forget that they are horses. 

           It's not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, 

it's more like a song on a policeman's radio,

           how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days

were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple 

                                                                                               to slice into pieces. 

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Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it's noon, that means

             we're inconsolable.

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                                            Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. 

These, our bodies, possessed by light. 

                                                                            Tell me we'll never get used to it.


(by richard sicken)

Collab with Bookhou

I have long been an admirer of Bookhou and enjoy following the various projects that Bookhou shares on their instagram. So when Arounna asked me if I would be interested in a collaboration project, I was thrilled to participate. 

Arounna's daughter Piper agreed to be our model and was incredibly patient and poised. I brought a selection of various flower crowns made from delphinium, myrtle and butterfly ranunculus. I also strung together hyacinth blooms to create necklaces and bracelets. 

Scents of hyacinth and cherry blossom filled the Bookhou shop and Arounna captured so many stunning photos of Piper wearing A Wild Vine florals. 

I should also mention that I brought my bird Lucy with me to take part in some of the photos. Piper was a natural when it came to handling and interacting with her. 

Photos courtesy of Arounna Khounnoraj

I love May

I love May. The ground warms and the air is perfumed with the smells of lilac, cherry blossoms, wild honeysuckle and mock orange. I become a hazard on the road as different flowering branches and bushes catch my eye. I make a mental note "that is the most beautiful magnolia tree I have ever seen." Until I spot another tree at the next intersection.

But it doesn't take long for the spring rain storms to pluck every petal from my newly favourited magnolia tree. I want to capture spring and hold it captive. I want the apple blossoms that grow by my house to stay forever. But- I also want the swoop of the branches when the tree is weighted full of tiny crabapples. The deer silently grazing on the ripe fallen fruit.  

This constant change reminds me of a quote by Ernst Lehrs: "While progressing from leaf to flower the plant undergoes a decisive ebb in its vitality. Compared with the leaf, the flower is a dying organ. This dying, however, is of a kind we may aptly call a 'dying into being.' Life in its mere vegetative form is here seen withdrawing in order that a higher manifestation of the spirit may take place."

I remind myself that this change is part of the reason why I love flowers so much. They are never static. Then again, nothing really is.  

August Nostalgia

I was feeling particularly nostalgic today so I decided to go through some wedding photos from last August. I forgot about some of the behind-the-scenes photographs that my good friend and accomplice Renee Giroux captured.

Kristen and Stephen’s wedding was one of the biggest A Wild Vine has done to date. Mostly due to the long distance drives from Toronto to the brides beautiful cottage in Buckhorn to the South Pond Farms located in Pontypool to the church in Peterborough. Needless to say it took a lot of coordination and careful planning to pull off this romantic farm wedding.

Photos courtesy of Renee Giroux Photography