My hands they were strong
I didn't even the watch the Brits last night, but probably like the rest of the country have been listening to Adele this morning.
Funeral flowers don't get talked about that much. Magazines don't ring up asking for images, bloggers don't fight over who gets to blog them, up until last night i didn't even mention them on the website.
They used to scare me. Once a florist friend rang me and asked if i was going to market would i get her some massing xanths. It took a good few hours before i had the courage to ring her back and admit i had no idea what they were.I have never made a letter to spell out a family name, nor a teddy bear nor RAF wings out of memory foam,
and I never will, it's too far removed from what I spend the rest of my time doing, but i really appreciate the skill and work that goes into them.
Instead, tied arrangements of seasonal flowers, wild wreaths, garlands on whicker coffins, always with rosemary for remembrance, tied with raffia or ribbon.
The same florist rang today and asked if i had any Anastasia, and without pausing went on to describe them in case i didn't know what they were.
I did know. I didn't have any. We laughed.
Tomorrow, ideas for Mothering Sunday, it's the 18th March this year.
Posted by Miss Pickering at 12:43 PM