A lovely thing happened this week; I picked my first flowers from the garden. I went out armed with my scissors to clip a single camellia then looked around me and thought, hmm...we appear to have some colour! Suddenly, in the last few days, the grape hyacinths have come up and my forsythia has flowered. Tulips are almost on the cusp of blooming. Spring! It's here, at last.
I picked sparingly, just a few here and there. Daffodils, little daffodils (tete-a-tetes? narcissi?), grape hyacinths, primulas, forsythia and a type of pink flowered succulent which I can't name. Euphorbia maybe? I might be able to grow a few flowers but I can't name them, clearly.
That beautiful camellia gets to shine all on it's own. Just look at it. Gorgeous, even with it's slightly damaged brown-edged leaves. They just seem to give it a vintage, sepia appeal.
It's holding up beautifully so far and hasn't drooped at all. It sits on the coffee table in the living room where I can admire it throughout the day.
And everything else, that joyful riot of colour, I arranged in an old tea caddy, bought and kept for just these sorts of posies.
These I set on my bedside table, which I think is one of the nicest, greediest spots in which to place a vase of flowers. Wholly for me to admire, when I wake up and when I go to sleep.
The primulas have wilted a little but everything else is still going strong.
I'm all fired up to get planting and growing now. This little posy was just what I needed to see.