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.
