The inky blue-black viburnum berries are back. I mention this because there are several brides that love the idea of them this year and they do look beautiful next to a dusty pink rose. Pink snowberry also re-emerged at the market this morning which was a nice surprise.
Leftover weekend blues were arranged in brass.
Paddy returned from Cornwall and brought me a first edition copy of ‘The King’s General’ by Daphne Du Maurier. I love Daphne. I love the drama, the jealousies, the ghosts and how unsettling her novels can be.
I also love her style in this photograph. On Paddy’s return we immediately booked a January stay in Kernow - I can hardly wait to drive over a misty Bodmin Moor and spend a few very quiet days in Fowey, rowing boats, channelling Daphne and trying to find the back gate to Menabilly.
A big thank you to my mum this week, she has polished candelabras, discovered new systems for transporting mason jars, created a semblance of order amid the wedding chaos and has tidied and replanted the pots outside of the studio.
I belong to the “a messy studio is a busy studio” school of thought but she pointed out that a florist should not have dead and dying plants on the doorstep. It’s a fair comment.