At this time of year I find myself suddenly very distracted by the hedge rows and verges !
Fascinated by wild flowers from a very early age I still cannot pass by even the tiniest example without closer inspection.
Lucky enough to have a home on an island overlooking the lush Peloponnese I can totally immerse myself in wild flora every spring.
I drive my family mad by constantly darting off into a meadow with my camera (although I should point out in my defence that there are less healthy addictions !)
In February and March we see blankets of wild anemone and the tiniest scented freesia that you can smell before you see them succeeded by edelweiss , wild garlic, poppies in hot red ,yellow and orange bobbing their sunny little faces in the breeze. The humble nasturtium clambering over rocks and winding it’s lily pad leaves through fig trees.
Old stone houses with rusty gates dripping with scented wisteria buzzing with bees and other insects filling up on its nectar.
And not forgetting the wafts of orange blossom on the breeze…surely one of the most delicious fragrances in the world.
I never tire of the marvel of Mother Nature, providing a constant source of colour and scent.
Recreating the wild “just picked” look as we are often asked to is ironically one of the most tricky styles to nail, sadly ..rather like supermarket vegetables ,cultivated flowers rely on perfection.
Growers achieve the highest price by producing the longest straightest stem with the perfect head.
Fortunately in recent years thanks to one of our local suppliers we have managed to increase the volume of English grown seasonal flowers sold at the stands.
Twice a week now we are having deliveries of forget me nots ,stocks, anemone, freesia,iris and sweet peas all locally grown.
It makes my heart sing to be able to sell flowers in this way..cut delivered sold cut delivered sold cut delivered sold 🙂
No air freight , no refrigeration, and they are all ever so slightly wonky in the most perfect way imaginable !