Today’s garden reminded me of those ‘Last Chance!’ rails in high street clothes shops. It’s the end of another season, stock is diminished, and there are only a few oddments left from which to take one’s pick. Luckily the colours of today’s flowers aren’t as strange and eclectic as the remnants of a Topshop fashion season are wont to be. The bold pink spike of Heuchera ‘Silver Scrolls’ is set off beautifully by a precious delphinium (Cathy at Rambling in the Garden, who hosts our Monday vases, must have a strange hold over me that I sacrificed one of these), a pale apricot foxglove and a single confectionary-pink snapdragon, along with those inexorable sweet peas and some Cosmos ‘Purity’, both of which featured extensively in a vase two weeks ago. I have also been dying to include some poppy seed heads in a vase, and now I have been able to.
Pigs have also been in fashion recently, I gather, and since Mr Pig was standing nearby on this cooler side of the room, having been moved from his usual home on the hearth due to getting dangerously hot beside our open fire, I allowed him to model beside today’s flowers. Yes, autumn means glowing coals chez nous, with the Brazilian and I fighting over who gets to stoke the blaze, and the flowers on the mantelpiece starting to wilt in the smoky warmth of the room.
Just as an afterword, a couple of weeks ago the Brazilian and I were wandering lazily through the streets of Sciennes when we came across a young fellow enthusiastically beheading the beautiful mops off a purply pink hydrangea in someone’s front garden, and launching them casually in to a wheelie bin. ‘You’re throwing away those beautiful flowers,’ I blurted out. He agreed that indeed he was, and said I could take as many as I want. So I fell upon this ‘last chance rail’ and rescued an armful of hydrangea heads. Here some of them are, decorating a chest of drawers.