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A reassuring vase on Monday

I really don't like the way the world is going at the moment.  Apart from the havoc being wreaked upon our natural environment by climate change, there are immovable, over-inflated egos in position of power, and I honestly don't think fragmentation of unions and nations is a good idea at all.  I just needed to get that lot out of the way because all of it fades into insignificance when I turn my attention to plants, and give thanks for their integrity and how they are always true to themselves.  At this time of year, all the intelligence and quiet work they have been pursuing over the winter months starts to produce shoots, early blooms and shiny fat green buds, which burst into leaf and flower with such joy, giving me reassurance that all is not lost.  Not sure where I would be without plants.

My vase this week has stems of redcurrant, hazel, a single wallflower which I cut off by mistake, and a few supermarket daffodils, including one random cream bloom which is seriously trumpeting the approach of Spring.  Hooray!


  1. A bright and sunny arrangement. Makes the heart sing and don't we need it at this time of year?

    1. We certainly do need as much joy and sunshine as we can find! Plants never fail us! A

  2. I liked your description of this time of year in the garden, Amanda, and the 'intelligence and quiet work they have been pursuing over the winter months', and the shadows of your Monday vase add another dimension. Was the random cream bloom amongst the supermarket daffodils?

    1. Yes, the random cream daffodil was in one of the supermarket bunches. A nice little surprise! A

  3. Lovely flowers and a wonderful arrangement, Amanda. I appreciated your statement about the integrity of plants, always true to themselves - it captures my own feelings about my garden as a refuge from the duplicity of political forces.

    1. As long as we can commune with our plants we will be fine! They soothe the fractious mind, always. A

  4. Hooray for the coming spring and the promise all around. These buds are wonderful. Less said about the state of the world the better, I can only agree with your sentiments. I also take refuge in plants.

    1. Yes, lots to celebrate with all these magical flowers appearing - snowdrops, catkins, hellebores, daffodil buds pushing through, and a few brave primroses and fragile crocuses, not to mention the witch hazel! All so good!! A


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