8.9.15

You say I'm crazy

'cause you don't think i know what you've done
but when you call me baby
i know I'm not the only one.

There have been two delphinium harvests, the Highlands of Scotland, the wilds of Exmoor and everywhere in between.

Damsons have been turned into ice-cream, ripe tomatoes have dripped down chins, cocktails, coffees.

Flowers, so many flowers.

Hatches, matches and dispatches.

All observed and absorbed quietly by the florist.


8 comments:

JustJaneGrace said...

Just lovely. Thank you.

patita Kr said...

I love this song. Nice photo.

Mother Hen said...

So good to see you back, WE HAVE ALL MISSED YOU

Avril Leigh said...

Hooray, the blog returns to life.

Mrs Beard said...

A bit late to the comments but your niece is growing up fast eh? All the flowers look gorgeous as ever, was there an event in a bird hide?

flwrjane said...

Here you are my lovely.

xo J

K Fryett said...

All so beautiful.

Share my Garden said...

Oh my, how absolutely gorgeous! And just look at the hound - what are you feeding him on!