Planting the Seeds for Joy
When I was little, one of my favorite books was called The Best Loved Doll. It was a story about a doll who was adored by the little girl who owned her, even though the doll was not the prettiest or best dressed of all the dolls she had been given. I like to think of carnations as the forgotten flower, the starbursts of color that last longest in the studio, even after hours in a vase under hot lights. You rarely hear someone exclaim with joy when they’ve been given a dozen carnations. But lately, I’ve found I love them best. With tiny ruffles in jewel tones, carnations lean to the most vibrant of all the transparent palette. Next time you see them in the flower market, let me know if you agree!
~Nancy
