First things first: I did not grow these greeny-white flowers, whose name you are all going to fill me in on. I bought them several weeks ago from the Gretna Services M&S on my way home from Cumbria. I also bought some red roses (whose by now dried rose petals I scattered round a chocolate mousse cake to great effect). These flowers long outlasted the roses and I’m hot on recycling, so why not use them again? I cut them down afresh for this small glass vase, and added the only flower I have in abundance all over gardens front and back: bluebells.
When thinking of the title of this post, all I could hear was Percy the Small Engine’s song in Stepney The “Bluebell” Engine by Rev. W. Awdry. Funny how things like this hang about in your neurones, unthought of for thirty years yet leaping reliably to the fore the very moment they are called upon to do so.
The vase is another charity shop find; I do appreciate charity shops for vases. If you look carefully among the china and glass, you can almost always find a treasure lurking behind something dreadful. Happening upon good vases in unlikely locations echoes the spirit of Cathy’s Monday vase challenge in which we search our gardens for flowers and foliage in what can be sometimes (in my case, at least) unpromising botanical conditions.