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.

myśli proste said...

I love this song. Nice photo.

Mother Hen said...

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

Avril 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

Unknown 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!