In my defence, we had a particularly long winter here. And our garden is always late to bloom. What is a girl to do when nothing will do but some colour? I put real thought into my fraudulent show, too. In fact, I have quite the little collection of "additions." (I think of them as the equivalent of hair extensions or glue-on fingernails) I put away my lovely ersatz geraniums a little too well last season and I still can't find them, but I must say that the fake rhodos came in awfully handy this year in particular.
As long as I am in a confessional mood, not all of my phalenopsis orchids are in bloom all of the time.
Which raises the question: does a fake become real if it has been painted? I certainly hope so. This painting began with real fruit and was finished with objets en matiere plastique. Why? Because Jon came home from work, walked into the kitchen where I had set up, and ate the subject matter. Surely I can't be the only painter in the world who must keep a supply of fake fruit for just such emergencies. And I imagine that I shall go on lurking in the dollar store in late winter, watching for worthy kin of the elusive Dollarama Blue.