March 31, 2013


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Walking through the gates of Kingsbrook at Currency Creek is like walking through a portal into another world of Mediterranean luxe and tennis parties, pimms, perfect espalier and giant placid hounds snoozing on the grass.  I love this place.  It reminds me of what our farm will look like when we win the MegaLotto and hire Arne Maynard to come over and "do" the garden. 


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This couple had the kind of effortless laid-back style that transcends those little stresses in life like organizing a sit-down wedding banquet for 120 guests on an open-air terrace.  While they got ready, I worked in the shade of an ancient pear tree; diligently poking tulips into urns while resisting the temptation to nick off into the restaurant for a G'n'T to sip in the sunshine.


An Easter Wedding

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I wish I was the daughter of an apple farmer, or, more specifically, I wish I was the last in a long line of apple farmers reaching back through the centuries, with an apple named after me (Morgan's Dusky Pippin).  Today's bride is from a family of apple farmers and when I heard this all I wanted to do with her wedding flowers was include lichen-laden apple branches and fruit.  If only it was spring... oh blossom ...sigh.

I am sure I am romanticizing an occupation that is in fact extremely hard work - a bit like floristry, ha.  Hard yakka, stressful weather conditions, vermin, insects; there is a flip side to every coin I am sure.  I really do love driving past the local apple orchards near the farm though, and visiting the apple shed on the main road where you can pick up bags of apples fresh from the grower.  I am glad the local growers are here, it's been testing times:


Huge bouquets are my own personal bias and my heart always sinks just a tiny little bit when I'm doing a consult and she says "oh, nothing too over the top, just something really simple and small".
When I get married, the bouquet's going to be so big it'll be dragging along the floor.

Anyway, today's bride was so lovely and tall that I made her a big blousy bouquet to carry, a heady mix of roses, tulip and tuberose, in apple blossom colours.  Cosmos from our own farm, hurrah!

And a trailing garland of roses and apple leaves for the bridal table...


March 28, 2013

Dahlia Garden

A new florist friend of mine recently told me about her special connection to the Dahlia garden at the Botanic Gardens of Adelaide, and it inspired me to go and have another look while the dahlias are still in full bloom. 
Encircled by a high holly hedge, dahlias of all imaginable shapes, sizes and colours compete for attention.  Seen like this, they are reminiscent of English flower shows in country halls; an impressive display of the plant breeders' prowess. Anyway, go and have a look while the last dahlias are still hanging on, and experience the childlike wonder of the giant paper-like flowers towering overhead.



More than anything, the visit to the gardens got me thinking about the notion of Botanical Gardens as a whole, and the wider meaning, and importance, of green places that exist purely to foster a connection between us and the plant kingdom.  I am glad to live in a world, and a city, that still thinks it worthwhile to spend some of the taxpayer dollar on gardening, and creating a space where rare plants can be cared for and seen and sat under. 


I went to the gardens between meetings, feeling exhausted and strung out, and I left a much happier person.  It really works, and the idealist in me just wants everybody to be able to sneak into the gardens for 10 minutes to make their shitty day just a little brighter or calmer; a chance to get perspective on things.  It's no secret that green spaces are beneficial to our mental health (I've always found the best cure for the blues is a country walk, or an hour of weeding), but recent budget cuts leave many worried about the Gardens long-term.  Perhaps if funds were found for more public gardens across the city (real gardens, not just grassed parks) there would be a longer lasting beneficial effect for the community.  More than, say, sporting events that congest traffic and gobble up money for short-term thrills.  I know I'd rather sit under a dahlia bush than watch some wheels fly by.

Just a thought...