Arrivals and Departures

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After years and years of leafing through pages and pages of decorating strategies, one of the things that made an impression on me was the number of designers who stressed the importance of a home’s front entry.

This significant spot, also referred to as the foyer, corridor, entranceway, or simply the hall, among others, is a representation of the rest of your home with regards to style, colour, texture and mood.  It is, shall we say, a little character clip of what’s around the corner, up the stairs, or behind the solid oak doors. It’s the first thing people see when they arrive and the last thing before they leave. 

In addition, this designated area has been given the duty of helping the visitor instantly feel welcomed as soon as the front door opens and they find themselves standing in a space with which they are not familiar. Creating an inviting atmosphere is essential and this can be accomplished in many ways.

 Practical features such as a bench for seating, a chest of drawers or simple shelving for keys, cell phones or mail, a storage unit, whether it is an armoire, closet or a row of hooks on the wall to hang outerwear, pet attire or purses, an elegant mirror for last minute checks can also be aesthetically pleasing in their design.  Interesting wall art and appropriate lighting are additional factors that should be considered in relation to the dimensions of the space and its purpose.

The pictures featured in this post are a few current images of the entrance way in my home. I’ve also included the upstairs hallway as the staircase directly leads to it. I say current images because according to the season, I’m constantly shuffling vases of silk flowers and pots of the fresh variety, rolling out woolen floor runners in the winter, only to store and substitute them with sisal in the spring, and always swapping treasured bonbons of bric-à-brac for other nifty knick-knacks practically every time I pass by!

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Hope you are not too dizzy spinning around the spiral staircase. What’s that? Need to sit down?  Oops!  Guess I’d better squeeze in some more seating somewhere, but where??!

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Talk to you soon.

Poppy

Petal Pact

I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck. -- Emma Goldman

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My home is always full of flowers. There is not a room within this residence that does not contain at least one flower arrangement, regardless of the season. I am fortunate enough to have blushing summer bouquets permanently at my bedside and on my kitchen table, next to my bathtub and on the fireplace mantle all year round.

  
Mind you, I make a modest income and do not have the means to purchase these extravagant beauties on a daily basis, so I buy them once and they last, in many cases, a lifetime.

 How is this possible? It’s really quite simple. My flowers fall into two categories: ‘life’ and ‘still life’. The first group obviously is synonymous with vases or pots full of fresh blooms that come to ‘visit’, arriving regularly via the garden, the farmer's market, the florist's or the roadside. 

Their time with us is precious and when they do grace us with their presence, they are the perfect guests. Entertaining us with their vibrant colours and heady aromas, they are always a pleasure to accommodate. Never outstaying their welcome, they make a quiet exit and are greatly missed until their next appearance.

Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.--Heinrich Heine,The Hartz Journey

The second bunch sets up house immediately upon ‘moving in', choosing to occupy the space around them in a myriad of floral embodiment which can be found in anything from textiles and porcelain to paintings and prints. 

Unlike their living counterparts, their inanimate quality allows them the luxury of becoming permanent residents and in doing so, they may be referred to as ‘hosts’, always making sure that their fellow dwellers are well looked after, comfortable and even, on occasion, pampered. 

Ultimately, together they make the perfect pair as one provides a temporary and refreshing change to an equally important stable foundation. 

So, give me flowers in any way, shape or form and give me a little happiness. As Claude Monet, master of the flower aesthetic once said, "I must have flowers, always, and always."

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Poppy

Flower Frenzy

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Ever since I was a little girl, I can remember being entranced with flowers. Actually, my first hypnotic experience with these beautiful and fragrant phenomena took place during the spring of 6th grade.  We had acquired a pretty two-level garden with the purchase of our new home, three years earlier. But it wasn’t until that particular spring that I suddenly took notice of the profusion of plump pink peonies that had sprouted in lush bushes, bordering the periphery of our property. 

One sunny morning, while I was packing my lunch in the kitchen, I heard mom calling me from outside. I quickly tucked the brown paper bag into my knapsack and ran out toward the yard, slamming the screened door clumsily behind me.  As I scurried down the rocky stairs to the garden, I could see mom holding something shiny in her hands.  Stepping into the shade of her shadow, she lowered the crumpled silver cone just under my chin to reveal the most exquisite scent I had ever experienced in my life. I gently closed my eyes and inhaled the powdery pink bouquet as a smile slowly settled on my face.

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 "These are for Miss Walton," mom said and handed me the  dew dotted petals tightly wrapped in a bundle of aluminum foil. I skipped all the way to school that eventful morning and only stopped upon reaching my classroom, to give my sweet teacher a little token of spring, and finally, to take my seat in anticipation of the rest of the day.

Sadly, the Mediterranean climate is not well-suited to the production of peonies. Longing to breathe in their distinctive scent, I once bought a small bunch from my florist a few years back. They were grown in Holland, but neither did they have that unique fragrance, nor did they open up after I placed them in water.  Instead, they only wilted and seemed heartbroken to be uprooted to this strange environment, removed from their natural habitat.

No better luck did we have with lilacs, another of my childhood favourites. We planted two bushes two years ago and only this spring did we see something that somewhat resembled their robust, purpl-y and perfum-y North American cousin.  There is a place for everything and everything in its place, as the old saying goes, and I’ll apply it here to my beloved and greatly missed, cooler climate lovelies.

So, for now, I am grateful for the intoxicating aroma and delicate beauty of such warm weather gems like jasmine, honeysuckle, flowering herbs and woodbine, among other equally quaint and charming blooms, that daintily grace our colourful little garden, here in the hilly and enchanting countryside of Crete.

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Talk to you soon.

Poppy

A Saturday Evening Stroll

Last Saturday, as I was making my way towards the church to attend evening mass, a brilliant blaze of bougainvillea burst before my eyes, its hot pink blooms clustered together, like a ring of fire, further intensifying the scorching heat of an already sun-baked day.

As I drew closer though, I realized that this fiery arch actually appeared to be guarding those in its surroundings against the sizzling temperatures, acting as a shield of shade, providing a covering of coolness and a place of darkness to hide from the smothering heat.

In fact, just below this arbour of piercing pink petals, a paved little path of gravel created a clearing among an infusion of multi-coloured bouquets that led to a second sanctuary.  

A small circular well, roughly stuccoed in white, was strategically situated in the perfect spot for savouring the sweetly scented beauties around it. I found myself doing just that and within an instant, was completely lost in its dream-like splendour.

Moments passed when a cool breeze lightly tapped me on the back and I awoke feeling refreshed and relaxed. In the distance, the muffled chanting of church bells could be heard, as I quietly closed the garden gate behind me and continued on to my original destination. 

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