A post about appreciating soft, subtle colour. Lilac, white and sage, with a hint of buttermilk and a flash of deep purple. Sometimes it is good to slow down and appreciate the quiet.
September is about flying by the seat of your pants. As my daughter freaks out over her art homework, I take to deadheading. De-tangle and de-stress along with me.
In this post, I’m reflecting on which plants are the real workhorses, keeping the show going into autumn. Which plants have been supping the elixir of eternal youth, and which are a little worse for wear.
We have just returned from a holiday in France. I got into a habit whilst we were there of walking to the Boulangerie for bread and croissants each morning. Before anyone else was awake. I woke up at about seven, pulled on my clothes oh-so-quietly, made a cup of tea oh-so-quietly, and crept across the…