Crabapples from my friend Maria’s orchards in Stirling. Brass pot from The Props Dept, Adelaide.

A bouquet from last weekend. Photo: White Wall Photography, South Australia.

Urn supplied By The Props Dept, Adelaide.

In the studio

So much. So much on, so many emails, so many early mornings, phonecalls, long drives, people, messages, so much to do, so much.  Rush rush rush rush.

And then there is the solace of the flower studio.  Its dark grey walls, cool concrete floor and the hum of the fridges. There is a blackbird nesting in the vine growing on the outside wall, it cheers me up.  And so do the flowers.  The flowers.  They are a constant source of beauty, and of calm.  Which is why as humans we are drawn to them;  they offer up a window to nature, and a few stolen seconds of tranquility.

Spring jewels.

I have been sick as an old dog for nearly the whole month, and the flowers just keep happily blooming without me. It’s harsh but true.  I was in bed for a week with flu and I walked outside after 8 days and the Cecile Brunner rambling rose on the verandah was positively bursting with sprays of exuberant pink. Time waits for no man, or flower lady.

The season so far has been the perfect mix of rain and shine - I used to complain about late rain in spring putting a dampener on fun, but not any more.  Now I lie inside listening to the rain on the roof and I know that outside all the plants would be smiling if they were able.  The flowers at the farm are growing and growing in billowing drifts of green and many are ready for cutting.

Darkest hellebores and miniature daffodil “Tete a Tete” from our Spring garden…

If I could be anywhere….wildflower meadow. And possibly my favourite movie ever.

Spring Springing

White prunus blossoms from our farm. They are always some of the first blossoms to emerge and I cut a huge armful of them to take into the studio.  Such delicate beauty infused with the faint scent of honey.  Blossoms = Spring= sunshine= blue skies = end of Winter= happy happy me.

Winter Bouquets

Every Winter I wonder if it really was a bad idea to move up here to the ‘Hills, its so damn cold.  We moan about our desire to buy a cosy apartment somewhere in the inner city with central heating and carpet and nice modern insulation.  But then Spring comes and I relent, and then get all smug and think that yes what a good idea it was to live out here, as if we would ever live in the city when the sun is shining on the orchard and the birds are peeping.  Winter can be hard. And muddy.

Anyway, to cheer us all up here are some of my bouquets, all made in Winter.  The people at the Tulip farm in Victoria work their magic so that we can get them early (mine are still green points poking through the soil).  These parrot tulips and double tulips are off the dial, amazing.  And the waterlilies….

New Studio

What a weekend.  See, it’s Wednesday and I still haven’t caught up.  What a great party on Sunday to celebrate the new studio we have made for The Bluebell Society, and for Justin’s wooden wonders at Oak&Elm.  It’s so lovely to now have a space to work that is beautiful and warm. And for people to come and visit and drink tea and talk about flowers.

I made these flowers as party arrangements for the studio launch and they flashed their pink-petaled beauty through the crowd.  How different they look in these pics; I crept back into the studio the next morning and captured them in the silence, with daylight softly filtering down from above.