This year spring is a cold affair with a penetrating northerly wind imprisoning the landscape in monochrome frigidity. As I walk down to the cottage garden across the field there is not a daisy, celandine or dandelion with a floral offering to welcome Persephone to these norther shores. However, in the shelter of the garden
At the start of each year I delude myself into thinking that this year, even though I’m still at the jam jar stage of flower arranging, each month I will make a contribution to Cathy’s IAVOM meme. If the weather had been less arctic, there would have been a reasonable chance of a very small posy
With the promise of northerly gales and wintry showers it is time to harvest the tulips from the cutting bed. I had not attempted to grow standard tulips in the garden as I doubted that they would survive our cold, blustery spring weather and so concentrated on growing species tulips in pots in the alpine
I rarely manage to participate in Cathy’s In a Vase on Monday meme, but sometimes I feel sufficiently inspired to make a modest contribution. As you can see I am a founder member of the “plonked naturally in a jam jar” school of flower arranging.Although my small bunch of “daffs” may not have great artistic
Horrid Henry is trying to blow the roof off today, so even for Rambling Cathy, I’m not inclined to go searching for the shredded primroses which are stubbornly flowering in a corner of the cottage garden. I very rarely pick a bunch, although they grow in abundance, as they lighten up a few dark nooks