There is a quiet delicacy to the flowers that are in season at this time of year. All the flashy performers of late spring and summer - peonies, roses, dahlias - have made way for the pale charms of iceland poppies, jonquils and hellebores. There are tiny mauve and white violets braving the cold here at the farm. It's curious to me why some of these most fragile of flowers choose to arrive just when the rain starts sheeting down and the wind is whipping through Every year we watch as the first blossoms are shaken from the branches by late winter storms. To be honest, I quite like the drama of it all, it's appealing in a romantic kind of way, like a Victorian gothic novel. Tess of the d'Urbervilles, Wuthering Heights - delicate feminine beauty rallying against the elements.
By the way, I pinched this white gypsy table from the Props Dept studio, so I should mention that it is available from them for hire...
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