Can you remember back in January, instead of a New Years resolution, I chose a word for this year? The word was/is F R E S H, and amongst other stuff, one thing I resolved to do during 2009 was to have fresh flowers in the house every single day of the year. A very good resolution to make if you ask me, it is simple to keep and generates such pleasure.
I adore fresh flowers, the simpler the better. I like a humble bunch of something seasonal bought from the market, a small posy of flowers picked from the garden, or a simple pot of bulbs to bring into bloom.
They are not expensive, not extravagant, yet to me they give so much :: I think of them as Food for the Soul. And therefore an Essential rather than a Luxury.
So I thought today I'd share with you the current Floral Scrumptiousness residing throughout the house. I bought this bunch of delicate creamy narcissi (called Bridal Crown I think) on Friday from the wonderful plant stall on the market (the same Plant Man who provided me with the one hundred primulas last week). I like buying flowers from the market for several reasons ::
1) because it supports a small local business run by lovely people
2) because the flowers are often more in keeping with the seasons
3) because the whole experience of selecting from buckets, having them wrapped in pretty paper and then jaunting through town with them is so very happy.
The scent of these particular little flowers is stunning, and I'm loving them on my bedside table.
Late on Sunday afternoon, I walked down along the canal and into town for a quiet hour of pottering. My first stop was our local antique/collectors centre, which is my favourite place for a gentle mooch if I'm on my own. I found these little old glass bottles which I absolutely love :: something about the colour of the glass which reminds me of the sea. The tall thin one on the right cost 50pence, the other two (old ink bottles) cost £1 each. I carried them home wrapped in newspaper, so delighted with my purchases, proudly unwrapped them to show J. Well, you can imagine, the response these little bottles got was decidedly luke warm.
But no matter, I set about filling them with water and put them on
display on the bathroom windowsill. Please excuse the state of the
window frame, but please do feel free to admire my shiny white ceramic
tiled surface. Oh, and the blooms of course...don't the teeny crocus
flowers look beautiful? They were getting a bit soggy and windswept in
the front garden, but look oh-so-beautiful in the bathroom I think.
Amaryllis next...I realised today when I was looking through my photos that I totally forgot to share these with you when they bloomed. Do you remember Red Lion? Well the second one to flower was Vera...and here she is in all her pink flowery beauty.
She flowered through the end of February, and it was not trauma free. Yes, similar to the fate of Red Lion, Vera also went through something of a tragedy. This time it was Little Man who apparently "didn't DO anything", yet Vera's pot came mysteriously crashing down from the high shelf all-by-itself. Strange how that happens. It was messy, with one of the stems snapping clean off in the fall. Luckily these stems do continue to bloom quite happily when put into a vase of water like a cut flower.
So by the time the third amaryllis was due to flower (this one is Minerva), I had learnt my lesson. I did not move the pot to the high shelf, but onto the mantelpiece instead. And as it grew taller and taller and became more and more top heavy, I cut the stem off and put it into a vase to finish flowering. See, the Little People taught me. It was a tough, fraught, messy lesson, but I learnt in the end.
Other bulbs that have been coming into the house lately are muscari (grape hyacinths). I love these very much, especially as I am having an obsession with these lovely clear blue colours at the moment (my hands this morning are covered in blue paint, I'm currently in the process of painting various wooden shelves/pegs/cupboards, but more of that a little later in the week)
I loved setting these on the table for a photograph with a couple of sky blue cushions and two thrifted jumpers folded up in the background. Blue against blue.
I put the muscari into an old jug with a broken handle that I found in our back yard, its delicate blue colour with gold leaf pattern looked so pretty with the blue of the flowers.
See me there, walking around with my flowers, I do this all the time, I like to carry them around. For some obscure reason I love to look at the colours of the flowers against whichever top/jumper i happen to be wearing that day. I just love to do that.
Crackers? Bonkers? Yeah, just a little.....