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…



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…

forest raspberries

accurately like real ones, ripe and juicy, and completely different from each other. it’s not even fair to call them ‘beads’. rare japanese ones, look very similar to the opaque czechoslovakian berry beads from the 1930-40’s, the latter of which were more braided than berry-ed. just look at them!

the first raspberry necklace will be here.

малиновая миниатюра. мы только зашли в лес и на краю дороги стоял молодой куст малины в одну ветку, всего с одной ягодой и уже с двумя оттенками зелёного, пепельно-изумрудного в листьях постарше и молодого травяного зелёного – в молодых. думала, что на закладках будет красиво смотреться. давно не было закладок.