Last weekend’s wedding was not photographed. I got lazy. And I knew that a friend and photographer Rachel was in charge of capturing the day so since I was uninspired by the glum October light, I left it to the expert.
I love snapping away at flowers but I clearly see things differently from a professional and it’s always a thrill to see how they photograph the bouquet. As I have said before, Rachel is the personification of serenity amid a sea of wedding chaos - I always love crossing paths with her as I drop off bouquets and buttonholes. We were at school together, I put together her wedding flowers some years ago, she photographed Remy as a puppy and although we see each other rarely it’s good to have a quick gossip, admire each other’s work and catch up. One of the best parts of the wedding industry is forging friendships with other people who are also a part of the process and who understand the ups and downs of the industry (and take very beautiful photographs in Rachel’s case).
This week I was invited by my friend Karen of Widehaugh House to take part in a course she runs on city gardening. I met Karen years ago when she approached me to run some courses as a part of her business and we immediately clicked. I snip and arrange flowers from her amazing cutting garden and in return she has taught me how to plant my garden, how to make marmalade and given me recipes and plant cuttings.
Since Karen was in charge of teaching I had the opportunity to explore the garden and greenhouse. I could live in a greenhouse. I love the smell of tomatoes, figs and earth, the dappled light, the dusty glass and the heat (on a good day). We didn’t have a greenhouse when I was younger but we had a south-facing porch filled with geraniums, and greenhouses remind me of this. Plants in the heat, under glass are my thing.
The best thing about Karen is her enthusiasm. She has an infectious enthusiasm for gardening, flowers and cooking and makes it all seem easy. And should you have the luck to go on one of her courses, go hungry, she’s a feeder. And if you’re not driving, she’ll ply you with wine and moonshine.
In other news I have been breaking glass at an astonishing rate. Glass hearts, bell jars, vases, you name it, I broke it.
The black dahlia obsession continues - some moody arrangements were delivered to a party (which by all accounts was quite wild).