This summer I have made more wedding bouquets than ever before. It's an interesting exercise in colour and form. No two are ever the same, even if I deliberately try to use the same mixture of ingredients. In the endless variations among individual flowers lies potential and beauty.
Of course, I'm always taking pictures of them at the worst possible times - late at night, in a rush in the morning with no one around to hold it. I end up fussing over them until the very last moment when I have to deliver them safely. At this point, I am trying to wait patiently for photos from some of the weddings I did this summer but it's difficult.
For those who have been following the garden - it's still going strong. I have a million sweet peas and in a strange reversal many of the plants are throwing out increasingly long stems. At this point I am harvesting several hundred stems every 2/3 days which is pretty incredible. Starting the plants indoors and setting them out early worked well and the plants did not seem to suffer unduly in the heat except those that were water stressed. The second flush of roses is also coming, and I am enjoying watching the light through the huge heads of burgundy amaranth. I'm sorry to see the garden drift into fall - I fear winter - but I suppose it is that time of year. If we could just have until the end of September, or, if nature is feeling generous, thanksgiving, I would be a happy florist indeed. Garden flowers make my work seem more like an intellectual challenge and less like a routine service. Particularly when I must rely only on what grows in the yard.