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Stormy weather - moody flowers.

No weddings for the moment but a wedding fair meant I could buy what I wanted at market. The week leading to Valentines Day meant that this was not the cheapest exercise but it’s a thrill to make up pieces that I would like for myself.

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The flower game is comparatively quiet at the moment. I have no idea what Valentine’s will bring. I don’t want to generalise but menfolk often leave things until the 11th hour and then panic…

On the upside I am finding time to cook again. I love to cook. It is as practical and immediately gratifying as floristry but most importantly, not floristry. I’ve gone back to the old school since last month with a recipe I remember from home economics. Baked apples. I had completely forgotten the pleasure of these and despite the brown sugar and butter, I like to consider them a “healthy” treat. The recipe is a bit more grown up now with cloves and rum but essentially the same. Today, on my day off, I will be poaching pears in red wine.

And broccoli slaw. What a revelation. Who knew raw broccoli would be so delicious. Try it.

But enough about food. Back to the amaryllis.

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