It's that rare time of year when nothing seems to be flowering in the gardens at Struan Farm. I went out to search for flowers for the Cottage ahead of our friends, the Sisams, coming to stay. I ended up with two camelias. Lovely, but not exactly what I'd hoped for.
When I went to set the table for dinner that evening I decided to go out once again in quest of something to put into an arrangement, figuring I'd end up with greens. I wandered into the wooded garden along the front entrance. Magically, the hellebores had started to bloom during the day:
I love these delicate flowers, they are fragile and fill a seasonal gap, are often called "winter roses." And what's amazing about the gardens at Struan Farm is that there IS always something blooming, whatever the season. I've realized that John's parents worked hard to make it this way, they loved it.
So I'm always grateful for this beauty around me, and for those flowers that magically appear.
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