Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Pinterest Inspired Easter Photo Shoot

A Pinterest inspired photo shoot

Are you a Pinterest Junky?  Do you troll for endless hours looking at all the beautiful images that inspire you to create amazing things just to find out that in reality, it's not as easy to re-create that perfect shot as you thought it was going to be?  I believe that those of us in the crowd who might call ourselves slightly addicted share a few similar traits......

1.  Eternal Optimism
2.  Boundless Enthusiasm
3.  Panaglossianism

NOTE:  I had to do a little research on that last word but as a mom of 2 College kids, I thought I should show them that I too can use big words in a meaningful way.  I think it will help them relate better to their mother when they return home for Summer break!

Pinterest is our Utopia.

Pinterest gives us hope.

This week found my daughter and I trying to take some photos for our Easter advertising campaign using my favourite model, Wee Three.  We both understood that this wasn't going to be easy.  We had planned 3 different settings based on Pinterest photos we thought were ADORABLE.  All that remained was the execution.  How hard can it BE to photograph an 8 month old in bunny ears?!

Piece of cake, right?

This was one of our Pinterest inspiration photos

Right from the start it became evident that at 8 months old, Wee Three is easily distracted.

I was the photographers assistant.

My model was determined to see what was going on behind her.

I think I may have to take a few classes in the art of baby photography if we ever try this again.

This Pinterest photo gave us our second setting

Our next shot was even more challenging due to the fact that Wee Three was not particularly excited about wearing a hat......

and as I was the photographer's assistant, it was my job to keep it on her.

Unfortunately, there was the added complication of a big brother wandering around the studio in search of stray easter eggs and generally creating as much havoc as possible.

At one point in the session I was so focused on keeping our subject in line that I tripped over something and nearly broke a leg to avoid landing on the white back drop for fear of making it dirty.

I wasn't worried about landing on Wee Three.  She has so much extra padding she is like one of those Sponge Towel guys.  She would cushion my fall no problem.

I leave you with a few of the final photos that made the grade.  Enjoy and happy PINNING!


Wednesday, April 2, 2014

My Grandfather - a Testimony

My Grandparents with our family in the mid 1970's (that's me in the yellow dress)

A young girl sits awkwardly at the harmonium in her grandfather's basement.  Her short little legs are barely long enough to reach the foot-pedals.   The smell of stale dust blows out of the dry leather bellows and adds an odd whiff of history to that distinct aroma which always pervades the home of the aged.  The whining drone of the reeds, hauntingly similar to the sound of badly tuned bag pipes, puff out an old Genevan tune that immediately bring a river of tears to her eyes.  She only knows 3 chords but she is ever so thankful to the cousin who showed her how to play them one rainy afternoon.  Those 3 chords opened up a world of opportunity to sing in a church choir of her own making.  Transported by the beauty of the harmonies and the power of the words she is half standing and half sitting on the bench looking as if she is riding a bike far too large for her tiny frame.  Her little legs pedal furiously to keep the music flowing.

"As the hart, about to falter,
In its trembling agony,
Longs for flowing streams of water,
So, O God, I long for Thee.
Yes, athirst for Thee I cry;
God of life, O when shall I
Come again to stand before Thee
In Thy temple, and adore Thee?"

Staying with her grandparents for extended visits had become a usual occurrence.  Her Mother and Father were struggling to keep their marriage together.  Her days at school brought rest from the trauma of a tattered marriage bond however many a late night argument violently woke the children from their peaceful sleep.  They huddled together for comfort in their shared bedrooms, awaiting the storms abatement.  Grandfather wanted the children kept from the chaos as much as possible and provided a calm and quiet place of refuge that ensured  stability for the little girl and her siblings.  His was a home where tea time was always at 10 am, the old grandfather clock was wound with perfect precision every evening at 8 pm, and the Bible was read with the regularity of a rooster's crow.

As the Vox Jubilante belts out the sweet refrain, the little girl sings along with a sorrow too deep for her tender age.  

"Bitter tears of lamentation
Are my food by night and day.
In my deep humiliation
“Where is now your God?” they say.
Oh, my soul’s poured out in me,
When I bring to memory
How the throngs I would assemble,
Shouting praises in Thy temple."

Psalm 42 is her favourite psalm. The words contain her inmost thoughts even though they were written thousands of years before by an adult King in a foreign land.  She too, like David, felt deep humiliation.  All the other families in her tightly knit dutch immigrant community lived normal lives together, going to church twice on Sunday, having happy family dinners where they gathered around the table to read and pray with each other.  But she was not like them.  Her family looked very different.  She did not fit in with all the other little girls who had a warm safe place to sleep at night without a care or worry of what the dark night ahead might hold.  No, she slept with one leg dangling over the edge of the bed and one foot firmly planted on the floor, ready to escape at a moments notice.  How she longed for things to be the way they used to be!

Her breathing begins to become laboured and her body to tire as she feeds the old bellows with enough wind to keep up the sad refrain.  There in her Grandfather's basement as the music drones on, she imagines his gnarled hands lovingly holding his tattered Bible, pages scarred by pencil gashes and red ink.  She recalls how after a quiet lunch of white bread and gouda cheese  he humbly dropped to his knees to pray with her, giving thanks for all his blessings.  His head bowed, hair thin and white with age, he spoke quietly of the faithfulness of his Heavenly Father in his own life and those of the generations before and those yet to come.  His God was a faithful God.  His God was her God. 

"O my soul, why are you grieving,
Why disquieted in me?
Hope in God, your faith retrieving:
He will still your refuge be.
I again shall laud His grace
For the comfort of His face:
He will show His help and favour,
For He is my God and Saviour."

As the words fly from her heart and her voice soars above the groaning pipes, she pedals faster.  The bellows huff and puff, the piccolo joins in, the angels pause for a moment to listen.

"But the LORD will send salvation,
And by day His love provide.
He shall be my exultation,
And my song at eventide.
On His praise e’en in the night
I will ponder with delight,
And in prayer, transcending distance,
Seek the God of my existence."

The little girl lies spent, arms stretched out across the quiet keyboard as the last bits of wind escape like a whisper from the empty bellows.  Her heart is beating fast from so much exertion.  She feels that she is not alone in the quiet basement full of old framed photos and antique cupboards bursting with delicate china handed down from an older generation.  She feels the presence of her grandfather and his grandfather before him who faithfully lived lives that testified to something much greater than themselves.  Their testimony was of a faithful God of the Covenant who sent His own Son to die for us that they all might live.  A Father who makes good things out of bad, strong men out of weak, and Saints out of sinners.  


Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Coco Chanel is Alive and Well in Milner

Christmas cheer is in my blood.  As a matter of fact, I often feel that I must be a distant relative of Mrs. Klaus.  Around this time of year, my dreams are full of red and white.  My hair is dusted with so much gold glitter that I leave a trail of sparkling specs wherever I go.  You will most likely find me running around the greenhouse with a shiny sparkle stuck to the end of my nose, a box of bright metallic cellophone sheets tucked under one arm and curly ting ting bunches under the other.  During the months of November and December my calling in life is to spread the joy of the season from house to house, one beautiful poinsettia at a time!

Here at Darvonda we grow somewhere around 200,000 gorgeous Red, Pink, White and Candy Speckled blossoms every year.  Each plant is meticulously chosen for it's depth of colourful bracts, strong branches,  and number of blooms.  While they don't take longer than 6 months to go from a cutting to your dining room table, they do require a very meticulous attention from the farmer when it comes to water, light, fertilizer and temperature. The growing process can be quite overwhelming.

On our farm, Poinsettias are one of the most demanding crops to grow.  They are finicky about not getting too much water or their roots will rot and yet they need a steady amount of fertilizer to keep their leaves nice and green.  They prefer a nice bright Fall season for good growth and yet must have 10 hours of darkness per night to ensure they color up nice and strong.  Even the shining headlights of passing cars can put a poinsettia on hold!

Oh the ups and downs of being a farmer.  First there is not enough light and then there is too much.  It's an uphill battle all the way to Christmas.

Around our place, almost 100% of our crop goes out dressed up for a party.
Rarely do we send them off in a plain old speed cover and brown cardboard box.  Nope.  I love to bling my baby girls up before I send them out to you.  Organza by the meter, shiny buckles by the thousands, and glitter by the ton is always on hand here like a well stocked makeup kit.  Haute Couture for flowers is the aim and I consider myself the Coco Chanel of the horticulture industry.


 I LOVE my job!

Now be sure to stop on in at your local garden centre, florist shop, grocery store or Big Box outlet and get your poinsettia before it's too late.   This year's fashions are flying off the shelves.


Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Plan an Event - Plan an Adventure

Photo Credits:  Dragonflight Photography

If there is one thing that gets my blood pumping, it's planning a PARTY!  My initial attempts at being an event coordinator were for my children's weddings.  First it was my Little Angel's "Phantom of the Opera" theme, then Junior's "Please Make it Simple MOM" theme and the  most recent Opera Diva  wedding based on "A Night in Venice" theme .  Oh, how I love a themed wedding.  However, those occasions are now distant memories and with no imminent betrothal's on the horizon from my 2 youngest children, it seemed wise to me that I scratch my party planning itch in some other way.  So, this summer we started working on our 2nd Annual "Fete for the Foodbank" at the store.

Photo Credit:  Dragonflight Photography
Last year we had 175 people join us at a big Wine and Cheese soiree with proceeds going to our local food bank here in Langley.  This year we wanted to change things up a bit by adding a PAMPERING aspect to the evening.

I made a few strategic calls to some talented family and friends...

My Niece Deanna doing mini nail sessions.

and we set up a few beauty stations around the store.....

My cousin's daughter Laurel does a mini up-do
giving our guests the opportunity to sit for a 5 minute consult....

Miss Eigenraam does her magic on Miss Schouten
or some were even treated to a 5 minute MASSAGE.....

Photo Credits: Dragonflight Photography
in the middle of the greenhouse!

Starbucks donated coffee for our bistro......

Photo credits:  Dragonflight Photography
and Tracy Cakes donated cupcakes.

Photo credits:  Dragonflight Photography
Township 7 came by and served the wine.

Photo credits:  Dragonflight Photography

Wine always lifts my spirits!

Photo credits:  Dragonflight Photography
We also featured a fashion show by "Everything but the Groom" as well as "Nectar Lingerie".

Then Chef Glen Zoteck showed us how to whip up the yummiest chicken skewers in just a flash!

The crowd got an opportunity to nibble and sip all night long.

Our volunteers just kept the food coming!

As the sun began to fade, our appetites were wonderfully satisfied with all sorts of tasty morsels.

What do you get when you combine good food....

liberal libations.....



and more SHOPPING?!

You end up with a wonderful night out with new friends....

neighbour friends....

sister friends.....

FRIENDS of every sort.  Each of us united in our wish to connect on a deeper level with one another and with those in need.

So, if you are feeling the need for a little adventure in your life, I would like to suggest you start planning a party?

All you need is a little decor.....

some mood lighting.....

a few tables and chairs.....

and a whole lot of flowers to set the scene.

OR.....if your real hobby is ATTENDING parties, you could always come to one of my parties here at the greenhouse.

This November 16th we are planning a big Winter Reveal shindig at Milner Village Garden Centre which will feature all of the right elements for a fun evening out.  You can register here.  The evening will include 5 local fashion designers presenting their recent creations, local cheeses, local musical talent, catered appetizers, wine tasting and a chance to see the store all done up for Christmas!