Aaaaaaaaaaaah – finally, a weekend without a care!
Last weekend was the St Helens Secret Gardens event where I attempt to organise a village group of garden openers (13 this year) to raise money for the Hampshire and Isle of Wight Air Ambulance. As you can imagine, there are any number of incidents where the greater medical expertise/equipment found on the mainland – usually at Southampton General – is key to a positive outcome, and the air ambulance provides the crucial link. Consequently, I’m absolutely delighted that the sun shone and we raised over £3,100, beating our previous total.
However, not surprisingly, the previous (many) weekends have been spent coralling openers, emailing potential sources of publicity, baking cakes or trying to rescue my own garden from a year of neglect, hence there’s been precious little time for feet up, let alone blogging. So, this weekend, without a care in the world, I have done a lot of nothing. One thing I have done, however, is arrange a few flowers.
It was my birthday last Tuesday and whilst the OH went to Canada on business (and gave me nothing) and the son bought me a new outdoor broom (because apparently I’d moaned about the other one being ‘too large and unwieldy’), the lovely daughter bought me four charming little vases. Consequently, they’re making their debut today.
These Icelandic poppy blooms grow in a pot (with a chicken) and since the photo below was taken, they’ve gone sufficiently bonkers that I felt I had enough to cut.
On the basis that you should always arrange in odd numbers, I added the bud as a fifth bloom, so I’m now intrigued to see whether it opens.
Why don’t you pop over to Cathy’s blog to see what others have arranged in their Monday vases?
Oh look – post script. And then there were five.