People ask me what I grow. They perhaps have ideas of my sprawling grounds. The walled garden overflowing with peonies, cornflowers and all manner of cottage garden plants. The reality is I have an overflowing patio full of pots in various stages of growth. Agressively cut down to within an inch of it’s life. Or full and blooming about to become the next victim of the secateurs. My other half has nicknamed this ‘the Fletcher & Foley nursery’. Now there’s an idea!
I grow the grey foliage above. Quite simply because I have yet to find a supplier. So it’s precious and has to be used in the perfect bouquet. This is it.
The roses, a mix of Quicksand, Amnesia, and O’Hara. The latter are scented. There should be more scented flowers in the world. And Paloma Faith. I wake up with this song in my head. Often.