Dahlia portraits

two-orange-dahlias-bottle-branch-blogLast December, I felt like one lucky lady, when my husband gave me a 6 week dahlia CSA share from a local flower farm, Five Fork Farms. Of course, my share didn’t start until dahlia season, so, in September, I felt lucky all over again, when I picked up my first bouquet of dahlias and brought them home.yellow-dahlia-portrait-by-elizabeth-pyle-via-bottle-branchEach week, I’ve received a bunch of beautiful flowers, and each week, I’ve indulged in a session of taking dahlia portraits. A few of these photos have already appeared on my instagram, so if we’re friends over there, they might look familiar.pale-pink-dahliaIts been such a fun project to select, pose, shoot; a mediation in which I examine, learn, know each flower. Their idiosynchratic uniformity is captivating – they follow seemingly mathematical rules of form and shape, yet each one in different. purple-dahlia-portrait-by-elizabeth-pyle-via-bottle-branchI picked up my last share a few days ago, and I’ve been pampering and savoring these last dahlias of the season: changing the water, keeping them cold at night, trying to make sure they last. They’ll be gone soon, but what joy they have brought me! dahlia-portrait-1-by-elizabeth-pyle-via-bottle-branch

Small moment: Sorting embroidery floss

sorting floss

I’m tidying up this morning, sorting embroidery floss before I finish up my second embroidery project. Handling the threads, enjoying the textures and colors can be intensely satisfying-  a small moment but a pleasureable one.

Since I’m new to embroidery, I’m trying out a system of wrapping the threads on little cards and keeping the cards on a ring. If any of you more experienced stitchers have any tips on how to store floss, I’m all ears!

I’m also participating in “A Picture… a Moment” a link up over at Weekend Doings. Martha takes beautiful photos on her blog and on instagram. I’m thrilled to be part of this party. If you’re a blogger, you should link up too!

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On photographs and flowers


In addition to vegetables, my garden also produces flowers. Maybe it doesn’t produce the variety I might like (no dahlias, no roses, no aqueligia) but it still thrills me to cut and bring in home-grown flowers. I sometimes fuss and re-arrange the stems and take photos, but before long, I am tossing wilted brown stems into the compost bin.

Earlier this week, I gathered a final bouquet of the summer, wandering, snipping, reflecting, enjoying the garden as it heads toward dormancy. I was so delighted with the resulting bouquet, I posted it in on (you guessed it) instagram and facebook.


There is much handwringing these days about how we (collectively) over-document our lives, posting photos of our breakfasts, tweeting the splits of our latest run, sharing minutiae. It might be true that in the act of documenting our lives we miss out on living them. Yet, what about the pleasure we get from celebrating (and re-visiting the photos of) the simple and ephemeral moments in our lives?


For me, there is undeniable pleasure in documenting my garden. It is an act of joy and an act of creativity. Sometimes its hard not to share. Forgive me, dear readers, if I sometimes over-share. I may have posted excessively about my hydgrangeas this summer, but I have spared you the snapdragons, foxglove, and clematis, among others. For this year.