I have always adored and admired topiaries
ever since I saw my first one in the pages of a book.
They're often shown on tabletops in magazines and in blogs
In 2000, when I hosted my first Valentine's Luncheon for my friends
there were topiaries at the market
The heart shaped ones out numbered the ball ones
And I debated long and hard about which to buy
because I thought a topiary would make a smashing centerpiece
for that Valentine luncheon.
The ball won out
For I had long admired the ball topiaries
And I figured that I'd get more mileage out of a ball than a heart
And I was right.
But the topiary that I long admired was the myrtle ones
A book, Season At Seven Gats Farm, by James Kramer and Dean Johnson
had a whole greenhouse full of topiaries.
And I tried myrtle topiaries
One after another
And one after another they became casualties
I brought this little guy home.
He lasted a year and a half
But, finally, he too succumbed.
Oh, to have the topiary green thumb of Kramer and Johnson!
And I must admit that I prefer natural things at Linderhof
But what does a person who has the kiss of death for a topiary do?
Why make her own!
With balls of moss, packages of sheet moss, some styrofoam, two branches from the garden and glue
Oh, and a couple of old antique greenhouse pots from England
The perfect conner for the topiaries.
I think they look smashing!
And they cost way less than the ones offered by Pottery Barn or Restoration Hardware.
I still yearn for a real myrtle topiary
But I think these faux topiaries will do for now.
Oh, and I still have that ball topiary I bought years and years ago.
But mostly it stays outside in the summer
And in the breakfast room in the winter.
It likes those habitats.