My husband has hayfever. Full blown, serious hayfever. Yet he still buys me flowers. And not just on the big ticket occasions like anniversaries. Because he passed a flower shop while thinking of me. Because he saw an arrangement in the colours I like. Because, well, just because. So, back to the flowers. They are truly one of the things in my home that make me happiest. Particularly in the long dark winter days in the north western corner of Europe. The presence of bright flowers in the room I spend my day in brings me closer to nature and adds colour to my day.
There are so many ways that flowers can be presented, casual arrangements, more formal styles, a wide range of colours that it never gets boring. I love going to a florists and picking out something completely different from the bouquet before, something that fits my mood that day or the colour for a different room.
Despite moving house 7 years ago to get a house with a garden so I could garden (is that the verb?!) I have achieved basically nothing. I bought a tomato plant this year already blooming so that was cheating. We have cut down pretty much every other shrub or plant there was and the ones I’ve planted in return have died sorry deaths. The lawn is a mess. Basically, I’m the worst gardener in the world. Yet still we have amazing roses that bloom every year. There are so many I can easily cut some stems off and bring them indoors which adds an extra interest to my flowers those weeks. My grandmother was an incredible gardener and had the most amazing garden for cut flowers, most of which were used in church arrangements that she faithfully made right through to her old age, and I wonder if I could just learn some basics maybe there’s a natural gardener in there?!
And on that note, it’s my birthday tomorrow, so if there aren’t any flowers coming my way, I think it’s time to visit the florist and refresh the flowers!