Driving home from the cottage last week my fella pointed out a group of flowers by the side of the road and asked what they were called. My boyfriend has a tendency to call all flowers Lupins, so this question was kind of a breakthrough for him. (I can’t really complain about his lack of flower knowledge, since I call all sports uniforms “outfits”.) I’m not sure why that’s relevant since he doesn’t watch sports. Anyhow …
What he was looking at was a roadside patch of Daylilies. He then asked why they were called Daylilies. He was full of questions this particular day. Strangely, one question he didn’t ask was whether I’d like a foot rub. Or the house vacuumed. Or a pet monkey named Supertinkle.
Back on topic – I explained that each flower on the plant only blooms for a day and then it dies. It’s replaced the next day by a plethora of new blooms. Hence the term … Daylily.
I then told him that’s why a lot of people don’t use Daylilies as cut flowers, because they only last a day and to do so, ….. (zzzzzzz). It was at exactly this point that my boyfriend pretended to continue listening to me, but actually wasn’t. I can tell. You can tell. We can always tell.
So, I’ve chosen to stop speaking to him entirely (about this particular topic anyway) and will relay the interesting information of the Daylily to you! Like I was saying, because they only live for a day most people don’t cut Daylilies and bring them in the house.
Also, the actual flowers have incredibly short stems. Non existent as a matter of fact. Just a little stump. Which makes creating a dramatic arrangement kind of difficult, doesn’t it?
NO IT DOESN’T!
You don’t need a stem or a flower that lasts longer than a day to make a great arrangement!
Nope, here at The Art of Doing Stuff you can learn how to make something beautiful out of a stumpy, near dead flower. All you need is a tea cup and maybe a cake plate.
Because my kitchen is a bit old fashioned I can get away with things like mismatched antique teacups. If you don’t like this sort of thing, just use matching contemporary cups. I don’t know why I feel the need to tell you ridiculously obvious things, but sometimes I do. I swear I don’t think you’re stupid. Well, some of you are, but the majority of you aren’t.
My mother happens to think you’re all in wheelchairs. That is how she described my website to me the other day. The conversation went like this:
Betty: Who has the time to read your blog?
Me: Well … lots of people actually.
Betty: Who would do that? Read your blog?
Me: Well hundreds of thousands a month actually.
Betty: They must be in wheelchairs.
Betty: You know, they can’t leave the house or something.
(at this point you’re getting a good feeling for what I had to deal with growing up)
Me: But you read the newspaper from cover to cover every morning.
Betty: Well, that’s different.
Since the time I was 10, Betty has always told me I should be a writer. Now I’m a writer and she’s questioning why people are reading me. I think when she said “writer” she meant more on paper. Newspapers, books, magazines … romance novels featuring swarthy men called Storm.
To make the ridiculously cute arrangement out of the nearly dead flower all you have to do is stick a single bloom into each tea cup and place them on a cake plate or two. If you don’t have cake plates, just line the tea cups up in a row. You can put them on a table or windowsill. (again with the ridiculously obvious information … just in case you were thinking of putting the flower filled teacups inside your refrigerator or on your head)
Every morning I just step out the front door and pop off a few new Daylilies to stick in the cups. Don’t forget to remove the old, dead daylilies from the teacups before putting in the new ones. And add water. Make sure they flowers have water. And don’t squish the flowers in the palm of your hand, throw them on the floor and jump up and down on them. Don’t do that.
I would like to take this opportunity to point out the fact that my mother reads my blog every single day. Oddly, she is not housebound. If you happen to be in a wheelchair maybe you could roll on over to my mother’s house this weekend and let her know you do leave the house every once in a while. Possibly to go pick a Daylily, the flower formerly known as the Lupin.
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