I’ve been ready for Autumn to begin for a little while, but I could swear the air started to feel different on the first of September. Maybe I was just willing it to happen. Autumn is still a busy time but I always look forward to it since the work / life balance readjusts (in my favour) after summer. I also like that the change of season completely alters my output. Textures and colours change, it becomes less about bridal and more about flowers and plants for home. It‘s almost like a different job by Christmas.
Late summer weddings have been beautiful: full of cosmos, scented geranium, mint and dahlias. As I set up a wedding on Sunday morning, I lined the aisle with Northumbrian mint. Imagine that scent sticking in your memory forever.
Flower growing has had something of a renaissance and a few wonderful local growers (and some further south) have meant that all weddings now contain lots of British flowers. That said, I’m no purist and I still have a lot of love for the Dutch auction. Footage of sinister tall lily plants moving around greenhouses with no apparent human intervention has a Cronenbergian quality and appeals to the horror fan in me. In floral circles that’s probably akin to admitting you like Findus crispy pancakes or something. But there is beauty everywhere.