Saturday, February 24, 2007
Out with the old in with the new ...sad
So I am painting a garden, making a garden, but what I really want is to be in a garden this time of the year. I went to the Pacific Northwest Flower and Garden Show last weekend. I was so anticipating a bit of eden this time of the year, a break from the rain and all the cloudy skies. Unfortunately I left with out my fix. The garden show was a huge disappointment. I have been many times in years past, and have enjoyed a bit of heaven on earth right in the middle of winter. Somehow this year it all went very commercial, just a lot of people trying to make a lot of money. The vendor part of the show was quadrupled what it has been in past years. What garden displays they did have, were so commercially pronounced, lots of hardscaping, including a tikki bar, a nomadic tent, something that looked like the Sierra Nevada's.(lots of large rocks) Where was the FLOWER part of the Flower and Garden show? In years past this show would send me into garden nirvana. It seems to me, much of the traditional flavor of Seattle is starting to disappear in many ways. SAD! I think that change has never been my favorite part of life, especially when the good part of old is lost to the bad part of new. I like gardens that are old, and cities that have history, people who have gained wisdom and cultures that don’t loose all their roots. Side note of my weekend, we also spent sometime buying furniture. We have been trying to decorate our new home. We went to the costco furniture warehouse, and found a vendor in there selling furniture from India. The store was full of beautiful spanking new stuff, but I was oblivious to it all. This furniture captivated all my attention. The pieces were all made from reclaimed wood and architectural pieces from old buildings. I was so drawn to this furniture; each and every piece was one of a kind. I didn’t even bother to look at all that brand new shinny stuff. This furniture had character, a past. It was rebuild and reclaimed and made to function for a new day and time, but the history of it previous life was the beauty of the piece. So I wait for my new old furniture to be delivered, for the rain to stop so I can start planting a new garden, for new memories to take place in, and spring to evolve…but I am painting this picture of a very old garden in England, so I can gaze at the old even through the new. Did I mention a wedding we attended this weekend, new beginnings are great too!