Cut flowers.

I always find cut flowers from the shops a bit stressful. They are expensive and I worry about when to throw them out. Too early and it’s decadent, too late and they become revolting. So cut flowers from the garden really appeal to me. I like the fact that you get something for free and more often than not they look surprisingly pretty. Spring is for the dainty little arrangements for the windowsill. The best are Astrantia as they last and last. I have had some for two weeks and they are still going strong, they just fade a little from pink to white. They are the staple and I just pick and push in other flowers. Bright red Geums with pale yellow Anthemis for something bright, the black Aqueligia for something more soft and subtle. The reality is,  you can choose anything want and just juggle and shift them about and they will look pretty in that ‘hand picked from the garden’ way.

Astrantia, geum and Anthemis

Just a quick note on the foxes. I lost Charlie (our other dog) through the fence. He’s a dog on a mission to escape and is always digging and wriggling through the smallest gaps. He wouldn’t come back when I called – nothing new there. I looked over the fence and saw him just sitting in the entrance to the foxes lair. It’s a space by the shed and overhung by bamboo. He was sitting and wouldn’t come. I sort of thought he has been missing Ralf ( even though he was horribly aggressive to him at the end) and was just off sitting with some other animal company. Fanciful I thought but this morning he was out and one of the fox cubs came into the garden with him.




  1. Anne Hyde

    Lucy of sometimes gardening – your photographs are really good -as to cut flowers/bought flowers – dislike mostly because they carry no scent – no sense of seasons and the wildlife – birds, bees, butterflies and moths – somehow when you pick whatever is to hand from your own garden – you bring inside a little bit of the passing of Summer with the slightly blown rose or a sense of Autumn in the turning of leaves – Spring brings the promise of fresh starts in the first blossoms that appear on flowering cherry and tight new buds waiting to burst with new life – there’s a little bit of all that that somehow far outweighs the ‘bunch’ bought in the supermarket. – Here of course in the Cape – we are at the beginning of Winter – snow on the far peaks and crisp cold mornings – but everywhere wears a mantle of green with the lashing storms we have had, such a joy after weeks and weeks of no rain and high temperatures – Love this season

  2. I can feel your blog starting to suck me in. It’s time for bed and I keep reading just one more post.
    Fancy your fox letting you take his photo! By the time I have put my hands on a camera, the wildlife has always disappeared.

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