Archive for the ‘Garden of Healing’ Category

Pressed Flower Art is an age old tradition and worthy to be described as an genuine art form.  Sadly, it is not recognised globally as an art.

An alternative way of creating art from the wild or from our own planted gardens, Pressed Flower Art is as artistic and creative as any other form of art, often taking at least the same amount of time, if not longer to create.

Pressed Flower Art is a medium to create anything from key rings, fridge magnets, bookmarks, greeting cards, desk and wall art, wedding keepsakes, funeral memorial keepsakes, jewelry etc.

Pressed Flower Cards and Framed Art.                        

Wild Bush Flowers and Garden Flowers.Wattle Tree, Kangaroo Drawing and Grevilla.   Australian Native Flora & Fauna.

Pink Wild Flowers & Buds, Leaves and Stems with White Alyssum.  Found abundantly and freely in S/W WA.

Flowers From My Garden:

Thrift, Snapdragon, Violas, Rose Buds and more.Dianthus, Thrift, Snapdragon, Violas and more.Rosebud, Snapdragon, Violas and more.                                                                                                         

More Framed Art:

Romancing The Rose.  Folded Roses, Alysum and leaves.                          For Heather as she helps many to 'breathe easier'.  

 Romancing the Rose. Pressed Flowers and Verse – Success.

                                          

   

The last piece of Framed Art and Verse is dedicated to Heather as she has not only made me ‘breathe easier’ but many others here at Soul Food Cafe.

Her encouragement and support makes you feel like you can accomplish anything.  As I once wrote of her, ‘she has many diamonds in her crown’.

My first love of writing is still with me and I now include writing about my love and passion for nature, gardening, herbs and flowers.

More of my writing and Pressed Flower Art can been seen at:

http://seedsgarden.wordpress.com

Here I write about how to Press Flowers and create Pressed Flower Art/cards, Children’s stories and will include Herbs and Herbal Crafts and Gardening soon.

I also now have a website where my creations are available for sale:

http://camelotherbalenterprises.com.au

All images in this article are copyright.  Reproduction of any kind is not permitted.

©T.Seed 2009.

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As I said in the previous post, my parsley bit the dust, literally.

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Lori Gloyd (c) 2007

The metaphor of gardening has often been used to describe the spiritual experience of women.

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Image and text: Lori Gloyd (c) 2007

Mexican Sage

On Saturday morning I felt compelled to go to my local botanical garden. I say compelled because I had so many chores to do Saturday that I really didn’t have the time. Yet, I went.

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Lori Gloyd (c) 2007

The time I dread has now come. It’s time to thin my seedlings. This is where I have usually fallen down in past attempts at growing plants. I find it very hard to take young healthy seedlings, green and seemingly innocent, and yank them up by the roots. It seems so heartless.……………..

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Lori Gloyd (c) 2007

Many, many years ago, more than I am willing to say, there was a weed-choked, trash-strewn plot of land on the northwest corner of my high school campus.

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Lori Gloyd (c) 2007

Mud

I didn’t have a particularly good afternoon. I will not elaborate on the details but let it suffice that most of the afternoon I felt very low. If my mood were palpable, it would be like mud—dark, sticky and awful.

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Lori Gloyd (c) 2007

I’ve been pondering gardens quite a bit during the last week. There is something deep within me that yearns to stick my hands into dark, moist earth and smell its fragrance. There is something about being around plants that energizes me. There is something hope-filled about seeing the first sprouts of germinated seeds……

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Lori Gloyd (c) 2007

A Garden of Healing has more than just plants and walkways in it. My Garden is blessed with abundant growth of many healing plants; space for play, laughter, just sitting and watching the shadows move, and much more.

Sometimes the best healer is not medicines, herbs or even time. There are times when laughter is truly the best medicine.

With that firmly in my splintered psyche, I shall begin the tours of my garden with a good dose of silliness, thanks to my beloved cats, Pye and Skye.

To truly understand the pictures below, they need some background. My whole family are learning junkies; we love to read, and watch documentaries, and talk about what we’ve seen or read.

An especial favourite of Mum’s is forensic medicine (just like the TV programme C.S.I.). One day, whilst junketing, Mum found herself a new tote bag for work. It has a broad yellow stripe across the top, and the words ‘Crime Scene Do Not Cross’.

Our cat Pye, has an overwhelming fascination for boxes and bags of every size. It has grown so deep that the coffee table in our living room is covered by two lettuce boxes, draped over with a woollen blanket, they are known as “The Kitty Duplex”, and both of the cats sleep on or in it.

When Mum brought her Crime Scene tote bag home, Pye immediately hopped up to inspect it. I had my handy-dandy digital camera close by and I snapped some shots of him by the bag.

I downloaded the pictures to my weary old computer and they were delightful! I immediately knew what they should be titled, and here they are:

Inspector Clawseau:
Scanning the crowd for possible suspects.

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Mlle. La Chatte:

Interpol’s finest profiler.

Considering the crime scene.

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The victim was so battered that even Mlle. La Chatte was forced to look away!

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