Well I think by now you know us well...so a photo of bundles of veg should not surprise you!
We do quirky so well.
Add in some glorious blown english peonies in the softest blush pink.
Bombastic spray rose, which were so heavy with blooms. Hedgerow blackberries, phlox, wheat, poppy seed heads, hydrangea, scented roses, herbs, astilbe, love in a mist and you have made a Bride's dream come true!
A Farmers Paradise in vintage terracotta pots
Different sizes, shapes and flowers....
A touch of seasonal veg....
The wheat was all important, and to say our hearts stopped when we got an email from our supplier to say it didn't pass 'quality control', is a very huge understatement!! thankfully it was only one batch...the others were beautiful...with the softest purple touch, which was perfect.
We love the surprise element of the vegetables...they worked so well, and fitted in perfectly with the Farmers theme.
Just look at those beauties....Why does peony season have to be so short?
...which seems like a while ago now....late afternoon in the garden...a small child and a black dog supervise the marking out of ground for the poly-tunnel.... we are very much regretting not doing this earlier as our seeds are growing like topsy and taking over every available space but its still so cold..our little poly is bursting at the seams.......soon we will have to let the babies out and live with the consequences!! However this lack of space for seeds doesn't seem to deter us from buying plants for next year....a gracefully nodding forest of white dicentra waiting for the next available vehicle to taxi them to the garden....we have lots of pink bleeding hearts already reaching for the skies there. Please pray for the rain to stop and warm air to waft this way....xx
Ungrateful he, who pluck'd thee from thy stalk, Poor faded flow'ret! on his careless way; Inhal'd awhile thy odours on his walk, Then onward pass'd and left thee to decay. Ah! melancholy emblem! had I seen Thy modest beauties dew'd with Evening's gem, I had not rudely cropp'd thy parent stem, But left thee, blushing, 'mid the enliven'd green. And now I bend me o'er thy wither'd bloom, And drop the tear - as Fancy, at my side, Deep-sighing, points the fair frail Abra's tomb - 'Like thine, sad Flower, was that poor wanderer's pride! Oh! lost to Love and Truth, whose selfish joy Tasted her vernal sweets, but tasted to destroy!'
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
after today in the shop I could only cut and paste!!!