Sat at my desk with my usual end-of-work hot water bottle strapped to my stomach and one under both feet, it feels like the perfect evening to unleash Vert & Vase floral blog upon the world.
I would love to be able to say that flowers have been the forefront of all my fondest memories; that I chased through fields of flowers as a young girl, picking bunches of flowers from brimming gardens. Going the whole nine yards pressing flowers and gently placing them in pristine scrap books for keep sakes….
When in actual fact my parents garden resembled a Cormac McCarthy dystopian nightmare, one in which the thistles and dandelions out grew any of the flora. My dad, a greenskeeper, liked to keep his garden manageable by just letting nature run its course.
Although I did enjoy picking rose petals at Primary School, in an attempt to make perfume in Panda Pop bottles, my appreciation of flowers came later for me in life. Oh I did manage to grow a sunflower once, I think there might have been a cash price and a Blue Peter badge involved for the tallest one, I sadly did not win.
With this blog I just want to talk about all things floral.
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