You say I'm crazy
'cause you don't think i know what you've done
but when you call me baby
i know I'm not the only one.
There have been two delphinium harvests, the Highlands of Scotland, the wilds of Exmoor and everywhere in between.
Damsons have been turned into ice-cream, ripe tomatoes have dripped down chins, cocktails, coffees.
Flowers, so many flowers.
Hatches, matches and dispatches.
All observed and absorbed quietly by the florist.
Links to this post
Share to Twitter
Share to Facebook
Share to Pinterest