Picking flowers

We’ve been staying in a delightful rural bolt-hole on Romney Marsh, on the edge of Kent, this weekend. Here for a lovely family wedding.

The food has been amazing and the company great. But it’s been the little things that have really brought it together.

Like the fresh flowers in our studio.

Yes, we are surrounded by fields and a beautiful garden. But these little unassuming expressions of thoughtfulness and creativity complete our sense of well-being.

The thing is, picking flowers for guests starts a long way back. Small steps of creative intention and natural generosity.

Like planting and cultivating the rose bush. Years ago.

What are we sowing today that we may not see for some time?