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:
Just lovely. Thank you.
I love this song. Nice photo.
So good to see you back, WE HAVE ALL MISSED YOU
Hooray, the blog returns to life.
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?
Here you are my lovely.
xo J
All so beautiful.
Oh my, how absolutely gorgeous! And just look at the hound - what are you feeding him on!
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