All I can remember from dipping into this topic, some time ago was something about man, heaven, earth...or was I dreaming. I was going round the garden just appreciating the beauty of the place, whilst doing some dead heading. I came across the very last of the peonies, hiding under my blue bench, shielded from rain and sun. My friend Daisy Debs has since galvanised me into identifying the peony: I believe it is Sarah Bernhardt.
I also accidentally broke off a stem of the rose Super Excelsa, which fell to the earth. I brought them inside feeling both glad of the peony, and sad that I had this stem of roses which just wanted to hang down. I wanted to keep it alive,
Japanese, from ikeru to keep alive, arrange
...and found a lovely vase brought back many years ago by my father from his visit to Japan in the 1960's. To give a little balance, to point heavenward: a few stems of Sanguisorba Officinalis 'Pink Tanna'.
This style belongs solely in this moment of remembering my beloved father who sowed the early seed of gardening in me...and also to my mother who loved her flower arranging. Keeping alive their memory...was this vase a temporary Butsudan? I had remembered my father describing the family altar in the traditional home he had been a guest at.