In the week before Easter, in addition to our usual orders and deliveries, we picked and made up flowers for two funerals and a wedding. The garden seems to know, and meets our needs with just the right flowers for each occassion. The funeral wreaths and casket spray were fresh and pretty and airy, reminiscent of cottage gardens for the funeral of a strong-willed old lady, and look-at-me bold and merry for another very much loved lady who was just like that.
The very enjoyable brief for the wedding flowers was "Bold and bright with lots of green and white... the bride does not like neat." The bouquets were an airy confection of lacy spirea and twiddly wiggly willow with bold beautiful tulips in clear colours. We packed them all into the little van along with big purple buckets of DIY flowers for the wedding party to arrange into our attractive zinc jugs in the vibrant peacock blue ballroom of Walcot Hall. Particluar favourites in the last few days have been Fritillaria persicaria, growing in our garden in healthy spires of near black and creamy pale green, with lovely bell-looking flowers and fine soft green leaves, and all the wonderful parrot tulips, exuberantly opening in the vase from clenched green fists streaked with mauve or orange to tropical birds in mating season, ruffling their gorgeous rainbow plumage.