My latest roadside obsession is all the lovely cow parsley and wild carrot. I can’t tell you the difference between the two, or how come so many different plants seem to be part of the same family, but it’s everywhere right now. There are some monster ones on a roundabout near me but, damn it, you can never stop to get out and pick them!
Beautiful stuff. Like little fireworks.
In France last weekend I had a lovely time picking flowers in a warm vineyard in the hills over Carcassonne (I know, nightmare…)
It would have been nice to go big and Spry – something huge and sculptural like this gorgeous arrangement taken from a blog (but I can’t remember whose – how awful. Possibly it was Miss Pickering or Style Me Pretty)
Not having any giant trophies to hand, this little tiny bunch added to our picnic spot a treat. The colours are so warm and dusty. It makes me think of prairies and Country music and cowboy boots. Maybe Nashville. I don’t know, I’ve never been there. But I’ve bloody well been to Carcassonne and watched the sun go down and drunk wine and watched the fireworks!
Lucky me. What a thing. Thanks, Mum x
