Urns are filled to bursting with berries, spruce, and eucalyptus. The scent of pine, cinnamon, paper whites and hyacinth is intoxicating.
Chilli peppers and our old friend Rosa Rannuncular are firm favourites.
I keep gazing at the potted jasmines, the white pots, green moss and delicate trails of scented flower are an oasis of calm.
and the mistletoe has arrived by the crate load.
I am powered by adrenalin, i keep saying yes.
A 6ft garland by Saturday? Of course.
We will be open everyday now until Christmas, The Hound is readying the camp beds.