Now, I can't even remember to bring them home for Jane's Flowers in the House party. So I cheat.
Many years ago, my dearest friend went on a tour with the poet Clayton Eshleman to the Dordogne in France to visit Lascaux (before they closed the caves) and eat their way through several four star restaurants. What did I want her to bring me? Flowers, I said. Press me some fleurs from France.
Well, she came back and there were no flowers: " they all crumbled in my pocket...sorry".
And I forgot about it until on my Birthday, she presented me with this:
(sorry for the reflection on the left)
Her friend Mary Ellen Long is a paper artist and she took the 'crumbles' and made paper with the flowers and designed this piece.
It's not signed by Mary Ellen. This is probably too lightweight a project for her and she probably did it as a favor to my friend.
But it hangs in my living room with my friend's little poem to me as its more important provenance.