Gnarled hands, cracked thumbs and a crinkly smile reveal how much of my life I have spent tilling the soil. Toiling in all weathers, digging, weeding and planting might sound arduous, but for those of us who love gardening it is a short cut to serenity and bliss. It starts as I pull on my wellington … Continue reading
A little gift for all those who nurture, love, care and protect
I bought my first Tussie-Mussie from the quaint shop which sells herbs and plants at the American Museum in Bath. The only Museum of American Decorative and Folk Art outside the United States, this is a very special place full of treasures and artefacts and somewhere that I visit as often as I can. I … Continue reading
My little gift to you all on St Valentine’s Day is this fabulous, big, blousy bunch of flamboyant Tulips. Doesn’t their colour and curvy, frilly, petal shapes just buzz with energy and passion? Flowers are good for us and our mental health all year round, not just on special days like today. It is said … Continue reading
SOOTHED by the stillness of frosty, sun-sparkly days in-between the magic of Christmas and the excitement of a new year, these deep blue Hyacinths, the colour of sky and sea, make me yearn for Spring.
A shock of summer colour in hot, electric pink and sharp chartreuse; jazzy with garden Geraniums and Nicotiana langsdorffi and nearly as bright as a neon sign.
6 days in and these fabulous flowers from http://www.theflowermillcornwall.co.uk just keep on blooming! With home grown Chrysanthemums, Dahlia, Zinnia, chocolate scented Cosmos and wild Cornish hedgerow ferns and flowers, this bouquet has a natural grace which regular florists simply can not match. Its wild beauty takes us right back to nature; like walking through a … Continue reading
Their mopheads drooping and dipping as they grow heavy with rain, I gather these pastel shades of Hydrangeas and bring them indoors. As if the colour has washed from one petal to another, I lose myself in their water-colour tones and set about preserving them, by letting them dry naturally in an inch or so … Continue reading
With sweet, pale, hand painted daisies (“he loves me, he loves me not”) scattered on fragile vintage glass and roses with a blood-red hue evoking the passion of Carmen….I wonder…..what is the colour of love?
Gather some blooms with a mille-feuille of fragrant petals, let the flowers tumble into a vintage jug or two- then settle back and let the flowers do the talking…