I was all set to do a "Flowers so Loathsome" post today. I picked up one of the monthlies i read, and it was so twee i felt nauseous.
"What we need is some anthuriums or a germini" said The Hound.
As i google imaged for some awful photograph, i looked at my shop and this is what i saw.
1. Locally grown stocks in ice-cream shades
2. window vases
3. Rosa ranuncular, like raspberry ripple ice cream
and My Boy.
Then we went to rejig the window box at The Pub, and the sun was shining, and people stopped to say hello.
I decided i want to be a window box gardener, in Paris. The Hound and I will cycle the arrondissements, with our baskets piled high of geraniums.
We will start the morning with a pain au chocolat and a cafe, lunch will be a baguette, with the ripest brie and a handful of cherry tomatoes.
We will sip Pastis, play boules, and everybody will wave as we cycle past in our floral tea dresses or stripey tops.
At night we will change into our finery, light a Gitanes, and dance a tango, byt he side of the Seine.
Last night I accidentally ate some Wheat-free bread, and spent a lot of time gazing at this post. (I love this blog it plays music, but oh what sweet music)