It was, as we left the soft play hell centre on her 5th birthday that she turned and said

"I'm having a flower school party next year, because i will be 6, and you said when i was 6"

I did, and so there was.

That year seems to have come around so very quickly.

In they filed, wide eyed with excitement, and a quite unparalleled eagerness to learn.

So very polite and kind, and so very proud of what they created.

I think this might be my all time favourite photograph.



I love them, the scent of the leaves evoking memories of dusky evenings on the Mediterranean. You remember the one, the terrace, the view, the happiness.

They are my foliage of choice in buttonholes, the shape and ruffle of the leaves perfectly framing a flower.

Isn't this all a bit too summery, shouldn't you be rejoicing and rolling around in narcissus and hellebore?

I should be, but I am allergic to both and would quite like my face not to feel like it is on fire for one day.

hashtag florist problems.

It is the first of the season this weekend, Ron is back, HAM is quickest, coverage starts at 4.30am on Sunday.



Just doing their thing.

Not taking selfies
Not looking for sponsors
Not posting brought to you by *name of large company*
Not members of an affiliate programme
Not incessantly tweeting links to the same post

Perhaps the only ones on the internet that aren't, or does it just fell that way sometimes?

I am definitely not looking at all the cade lamb adverts in CWG.


My fingertips are holding onto the cracks in our foundations

and I know that i should let go, but I can't.

Kate Nash

On the radio this morning.

We are preparing for Mothering Sunday (30th March)

Potting up pots with hellebores, and scabious and herbs and black grass.

and after my plea for some babies to balance out all the death, people have obliged. Oh my what beautiful babies they have had, especially Martha.

combined with all the loveliness this morning of children dressed for World Book day, it could make a girl quite broody.

The Hound refused point blank to dress up, and has gone as Pilot off of Jane Eyre.

and then this morning Chloe (Caught the Light) Browne tweeted a link to this, I love the idea and might give it a go on the old instagram, if i can pluck up the courage. I shall pounce on unsuspecting customers, i might do a few, maybe write a book.


Leftovers and perpetual chicken

I can't imagine what I did before chicken, not that there was a before chicken, and neither does there appear to be an after. 

Just endless chicken, stuffed with bits found at the back of the fridge.

Leftover cooked quinoa, a spoonful of tahini, pomegranate, flat leaf parsley, lemon thyme, the zest of a lemon, and a squirt of agave.

It makes the most delicious salad, but far better to stuff the bird with it.

There is very little in life that can't be improved by the addition of chicken fat.

and could the biotech (GM rebranded) stop making freak roses, and just crack on with producing a lilac that is the colour of purple sprouting?

or just give me a recipe suggestion that does not involve chicken.