Last week was the Northwest Flower & Garden Show, and on Friday, with great enthusiasm, I went to go check it out. (Very picture-heavy post ahead!)
First, I attended a tweetup, and got to meet (face to face!) a number of people who I am acquainted with via Twitter and Facebook. They live! They breathe! After a short nattering session and some giveaways, we were turned loose on the show floor before it opened to the general public. The theme this year was “Once Upon A Time”, and the garden-makers rose to the occasion with an Alice in Wonderland garden, a Wind in the Willows garden, a Three Little Pigs garden, and many more.
Sadly, I am someone who tends to forget that she owns a camera, so I mostly gawked and didn’t take as many pictures during that first hour as I should have. But I did take a picture of some lovely red flowers that were encroaching on a lawn. (I think these were in the Wind in the Willows garden.)
I also really liked the greenhouse made of old windows at one of the booths. It was up on top of the display, so I couldn’t get great pictures of it, but it was inspiring nonetheless.
I stopped by University Books, the show bookstore, to have that always-a-thrill moment of seeing books that I recognize on the shelf. (I’m sure it’s even more thrilling when you are the author of the book in question. Maybe I’ll do that someday. I could write about forgetting to take pictures at flower shows.)
Then I cruised around the show floor, looking at booths and enjoying the ideas.
This pot is awesome. I’ll take six, please.
This shed of terrariums, ferns, and Victoriana made me long for a corset. (Not really. But it did make me long for a shed just like it.)
Please, do not scoff at my desire for a corset, or I’ll sic a dragon on you.
Who is tired of succulents? Not me! Although it seems unfair that one family has so much sculptural value. Can we file an antitrust suit against succulents?
This pillow is great, though perhaps misting it to keep the tillandsias alive would do a number on the actual pillow part. Pillows must be sacrificed in the name of garden art, I say.
So must sinks.
If I were a chicken, I would absolutely want my front door to be chicken-shaped.
This sort of show brings up a plethora of ideas, and it made me excited about getting out in the dirt soon. And it also made me tired. So many impressions swirling around in the brain. At the end of the day, as I left the show, I paused at the spectacular bulb and flower planting near the show entrance, and for a quiet moment I renewed my love for Ranunculus.