pale wood violets

pale wood violets

there were times when tiny glass flowers looked just like real ones, only not in the silicone-mold-sense, but in a way of a long careful observation and taking it to heart in order to make something new, as natural and beautiful as the flower itself. i believe that these teeny-tiny pansy sew-ons were created (1940’s) exactly that way. and i believe this crystal flower is an early dog-violet, also known as a pale (or slender) wood violet and three (or four) other latin synonyms…

i also found this drawing, with a different specie, but very close in color and shape. it’s tricky to tell them apart and most likely the pictured violet is not a forest violet, but a heath dog violet. it has narrow heart-shaped hairless leaves and flowers at the same time when lily of the valley does, which is on the drawing as well, under the lingonberry leaves, only in pencil.

anyway, if you choose this ring, among small folded cards with field flowers you will get the one with a violet, too!

это кольцо хорошо можно сочетать с другими тонкими кольцами, простыми, не цепочными. фиалка хоть и маленькая, но передвигается куда хочет, поэтому для присмирения можно даже одно надевать снизу, а другое – сверху!

фиалковое кольцо – лишний повод попытаться разобраться в некоторых видах фиалок. на рисунке, скорее всего, не лесная фиалка (viola reichenbachiana), как подписано сбоку, а собачья фиалка (viola canina), даже вересковая (!), если перевести с английского. она любит открытые светлые места. похожая очень на неё, фиалка ривинуса (viola riviniana), наоборот, предпочитает расти в лесу, под тенью деревьев. у лесной фиалки шпорец (spur) тёмный, а у двух других он светлее лепестков. у фиалки ривинуса прямой корень и одиночный, растущий ввысь стебель, а у собачьей фиалки стебель стелется. у первой листья шире, прилистники уже, с разряженными длинными зубцами (у собачьей – просто зазубренные прилистники).. сколько же их видов! здесь ещё есть про другие.

и ещё красивый закат в один из редких за декабрь ясных дней…

 

‘yet know i how the heather looks…’ (e. d.)

tomorrow is emily dickinson’s birthday (december 10th), the title of this post is one of the lines of her poem, which was on top of my old blog for a long time.. ten years? i composed little something about a ghost pipe this summer and wanted to share it tomorrow. the words lined up by themselves in my head and i was about to fall asleep. it was nice. but if i won’t find a proper way to show it, this little heather celebration will be here. i did not know that date until quite recently. just happened to see it in november. i was supposed to be born on the 11th, but it happened of the 1st of december. we are so close. one and zero is one. and after this movie i suddenly felt such a strong connection to emily. deeper than the words, profound and clean. like when you feel the exact feeling, with no doubts and questions, even to yourself. oh! happy happy heather birthday!

and here is one of the forest watercolors for such an occasion, it’s called ‘low spruce – high heather’. this botanical composition is like a poem, don’t you think?

forest was rich in heather this year and my mom gathered a little bit more than usual, so we made these sets.

‘…the medicinal properties of an infusion of heather tops were used to treat coughs, consumption and to soothe the nerves, and heather tea and ointments were used to treat arthritis and rheumatism. ‘moorland tea’ made from heather flowers, was reputed to be a favourite of robert burns. the soporific aroma from the dried flowers was also put to use to make heather mattresses, by packing long lengths of dried, flowering heather together in the bed frame, flowers uppermost and leaning slightly towards the bed head…’ (paul kendall)

в этом году мама собрала чуть больше вереска, чем обычно и поэтому сложились такие наборы: вереск в чай, мешочек из старинного хлопка с розовыми полянами (мама их сшила тоже на озере!) и две открытки с веточкой вереска. его можно заваривать отдельно, а можно смешивать с другими травами или зеленым чаем и хранить в том мешочке. в эту осень к моей большой радости и удивлению люди выбирали дома на камнях, больше, чем обычно и с домами вместе часто упаковывала вереск. берег онежского озера, где собирали камни, совсем близко к лесу, который подарил нам вереск!

и вот ещё страницы из этой хорошей карманной книги валентины астаховой ‘клады на болотах’ 1976 года.

 

lupines…

lupine is my first floral childhood memory.. it’s pungent scent brings me back to my hometown, suojärvi. i still remember where all the wild patches around the neighbourhood were, where we were trying to find the rare ones – in pink. i’ve grown and some days i am feeling myself like miss rumphius (barbara cooney).. so here is a heartfelt part from this book and few watercolors (postcards are here!) from one summer ago.

‘lupines,’ said miss rumphius with satisfaction, ‘i have always loved lupines the best, i wish i could plant more seeds this summer so that i could have still more flowers next year.’

but she was not able to.

after a hard winter spring came. miss rumphius was feeling much better. now she could cake walks again. One afternoon she started to go up and over the hill, where she had not been in a long time.

‘i don’t believe my eyes!’ she cried when she got to the top. for there on the other side of the hill was a large patch of blue and purple and rose-colored lupines!

‘it was the wind,’ she said as she knelt in delight. ‘it was the wind that brought the seeds from my garden here! and the birds must have helped!’

then miss rumphius had a wonderful idea!

she hurried home and got out her seed catalogues . she sent off to the very best seed house for five bushels of lupine seed.

all that summer miss rumphius, her pockets full of seeds, wandered over fields and headlands, sowing lupines. she scattered seeds along the highways and down the country lanes. she flung handfuls of them around the schoolhouse and back of the church. she tossed them into hollows and along stone walls.

her back didn’t hurt her any more at all.

now some people called her that crazy old lady.

the next spring there were lupines everywhere. fields and hillsides were covered with blue and purple and rose-colored flowers. they bloomed along the highways and down the lanes. bright patches lay around the schoolhouse and back of the church. down in the hollows and along the stone walls grew the beautiful flowers…

three strong and tall candles! not only because of their shape, but the whole waxy structure. northern candles they are, burning dimly…

 

 

some dark violet purple ones.

 

some tricks with leaves. double leaf, unfurling leaf, just leaves like palm trees…

люпины – мои первые цветочные детские воспоминания. не выбирая любимого цветка, так получилось, что сиреневый люпин, именно дикий сине-сиреневый люпин стал моим главным цветком. его аромат, такой терпкий, даже резкий, и узнаваемый, часто можно почувствовать издалека, как можно почувствовать земляничную поляну. вдоль железной дороги, по дороге на озеро, на склоне у библиотеки…