Are these chrysanthemums? I think they’re chrysanthemums. Dyeing flowers is just one of those quintessential childhood experiences, isn’t it? White flowers don’t stand a chance. They are beautiful but watching them change colour is fascinating and absorbing – for me at least it’s like watching fire; mesmerising.
We chose blue and red. Our bunch of flowers had six stems. Two went into the blue coloured water, two in the red, and two were our control flowers. This way Jack could see what the flowers originally looked like and how they are changing. The blue flowers became quite vibrant while the red were more subtle.
We talked about how the flowers were drinking the coloured water and then as the water evaporated the colour was left. I don’t think it is too important to go into too much scientific detail; just marvel in the beauty of nature.