|Posted on November 12, 2014 at 6:25 PM||comments (0)|
Flowers have always been an important part of my life. My mother always had them in our home growing up. A celebration is not complete without home grown or wild flowers. We use so many fresh flowers throughout the year for our parties. This rose is Lemon n Lime that we have planted in the Picking Garden. It made me smile this morning on the way to feed the ponies.
|Posted on August 24, 2014 at 5:30 PM||comments (0)|
Love it when the ducks return to Pony Tales to raise their babies .....
|Posted on August 11, 2014 at 4:05 PM||comments (0)|
The Girls were in the hay - posing!
|Posted on July 29, 2014 at 6:15 AM||comments (0)|
A bond so strong - bound together with ponies, chocolate, coffee, beautiful house mags and a Winter Bouquet! Loved spending time at Pony Tales Riding School in Cambridge today.
|Posted on July 28, 2014 at 3:15 PM||comments (0)|
Celebrating Winter Goodness
Having loads of fun with 'Winters Bounty'
Enjoying the rewards of having an established garden. We started designing and planting our garden 21 years ago. I have sent home plenty of bouquets to deserving Mama's, family & friends over the last week. I had time to arrange flowers in the house yesterday - to me flowers make a home.
|Posted on July 20, 2014 at 4:55 AM||comments (0)|
Today I thought ‘I am my Mothers Child’ as I hurriedly gathered the pruned branches, rescuing them from the trailer & burn pile. It is a race against time. Thankfully, my husband John has learn't to let me know if any treasures are available. Unfortunately, it does not stop him from wanting to complete his task, in his set time frame.
Dogwood, Spanish Fir & Cherry are today’s treats. He knows the desperation if I can’t find enough greenery to fill the barn or house containers. He loves to tease ‘Aren’t they beautiful dear, just perfect for putting in a vase,' mimicking my Mother.
My Mother is often on call for ‘greenery search and collect missions’. The instructions are always mentioned as she unloads the car. Make sure you give them a good drink overnight, before arranging.
I grew up with greenery & flowers soaking in the laundry. There was never a week without the ritual. My Mother had the most beautiful garden jammed packed with picking flowers. On a drive Dad would be made to stop the car if anything looked like it was available to be picked. One did not leave the house without the Secateurs. Flowers would be soaked for Floral Art Classes, Weddings, Posies, flowers were preserved in silica in the pantry, flowers drying in the garage and bouquets in the fridge.
As I admire these beautiful branches of Cherry all shiny, the colour of mahogany bronze, Dogwood with tiny flower bracts forming and the Spanish Fir some with cones, I fall into a trance of 'Floral Glory'.
I must rescue all of these, if I can’t use them all, I will find a home. I can take the spare to a local florist how delighted she will be to be given this gift.
I need to have a Winter House Party to celebrate with all this goodness.
Five containers, one hour later they are saved.
Through my mother’s eyes, I have learnt to love bare branches. I watched her arrange & contort branches into many beautiful arrangements over the years.
I can still see the yellow and smell the scent of Winter Sweet, I can see the grey tassels of Garrya Elliptica in the entrance hall at home next to the stairs, she had collected on a visit.
There is never a day without flowers in my parents’ house. It is a comfort I have grown accustomed to. My house does not feel dressed unless there is an arrangement or two of wild abandon, quite unlike my Mothers beautiful styling.
I can’t wait for my Mother to see today’s treasure. I wonder if she will arrive with flowers, her usual custom when visiting.
As my spoils have a good overnight drink, we will plan how to arrange and share nature’s bounty.
|Posted on January 27, 2014 at 3:05 PM||comments (0)|
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