Last night there was a charity flower school in aid of Marie Curie.
It was a riot.
Similar to one we did in the autumn, bring scissors and garden foliage, and there would be flowers and cheese and wine for you.
People came armed with all manner of bounty from their gardens it was heaven. This land is indeed so very green and pleasant.
It never ceases amaze me, how even with access to the same flowers and foliage, everybody left with an arrangement that was entirely different to anybody else's.
Thank you to everybody that came, and to the committee who work so very hard behind the scenes.
I wish we could have filmed it, the perfect slice of middle England, they had me in stitches.
This morning there was an earthquake in Rutland.
Rutland has been on the news.
and then a very lovely lady came in to chat about British flowers, i didn't hold back on my opinions.
nor did I to the waste people, Shanks has been taken over by Biffa, we used to speak to a nice lady at the depot up the road, but now you have to call a centre in Bucks. It took 15 minutes to get through to a lady who didn't know where i was or very much care, or understand that Trevor the driver is the man that holds Stamford together.
Is this progress? I asked her
Have a nice day she replied.
Waste disposal is the very unsexy side of floristry, i could talk about it for a very long time, nearly as long as i can about f*****g cornflowers.
1 comment:
Everything about the ladies in these photos screams Rutland! Gawd luv 'em.
Glad you survived the earthquake.
I bloody love cornflowers, with no apologies.
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