Flowers

It's been a grey old week and to combat the weather it would seem mothers this year will mostly be drinking heavily to celebrate Mothering Sunday if my sales this weekend have been anything to go by. In fact we've sold so much that if you know a mother in the Leicester area I would recommend that any approach made on Monday morning involves a bacon sandwich, a couple of paracetamol, and extreme caution.

Slightly less exhausting was a local farmers market on Thursday - it's one of the high points of my month now that my day off has finally synchronised with it, not just for the market which is excellent, but because the market town (Market Harborough) that hosts it has a whole lot of interesting independent shops including a very nice florist where I got a little bit over enthusiastic. I'm glad I did, the narcissus (narcissi) have scented my whole flat, daffodils (like rhubarb) are an irresistible promise of spring. Anemones are maybe my favourite flowers but I don't often see the white ones for sale (they go to classier spots than I usually get to frequent) I love these for the traces of other colours in the petals and for all their subtle variations.

The orange ranunculus are another favourite, they are such odd looking things but with the most vivid colour. I keep thinking about growing them but think they only really work as a cut flower - I can't quite see them in the ground - far to exotic and blowsy for my garden, but apparently quite appropriate for my bedside table. Anyway, this lot have been cheering me up for the last couple of days so I thought I would share.