Archive for the ‘Wild Gardens’ 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:

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:

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

©T.Seed 2009.


In September, these giant sunflowers turned their faces to soak up the sun, bright yellows and greens. In October, after the first frost, this sunflower field looks a little wild. In another month or two, snow will cover all but the flower heads. Madison. Wisconsin, USA.

photographed by barbara © 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

Bee Blossom



Bee to the blossom; Moth to the flame;
Each to his passion; what’s in a name?
Helen Hunt Jackson


Parsley Patch Update

An update on the apartment garden project:

As I reported a few days ago, my lemon balm seeds have germinated. Since then I’ve been wondering when the parsley would follow suit. At first I thought I had ruined the process because I did not notice the instruction on the package that said to soak the seeds in water for 24 hours. I googled parsley seeds and discovered that they are one of the hardest herbs to germinate. So, for a few days I was convinced that once again I had proven to be the terror of the gardening realm…..

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Lori Gloyd © 2007


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

The Pond


Waves wash and water breaks against the wall

A thousand ripples radiate

Slipping beneath the surface

Sinks silently




Sinks silently

Slipping beneath the surface

A thousand ripples radiate

Waves wash and water breaks against the wall.


The label “wild gardens” is comprised of seemingly contradictory terms. One scholar has written that gardens are “enclosed, protective places that…are metaphors for [the] cosmos in the face of chaos.”1 Similarly, another writer has defined the garden as a symbol for the subjugation of nature2. This would appear to be true: by function, gardens are places where nature is tamed and forced to grow in a particular way by the hand of the gardener….

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Image and text, Lori Gloyd (c) 2007