Honest. The first time I had this happen was last weekend, when I made up a flower arrangement for visiting friends Elizabeth and Bruce in the Homestead here at Struan Farm. I went out to the gardens, roaming, with scissors and a cutting jar. Normally I cut what catches my eye, then return to the kitchen to fiddle with the flowers and come up with arrangements I like. Sometimes that's an easier process than others. Last weekend after cutting I looked at the jar and was happy with what I saw, as jammed into the cutting jar.
It was entirely impromptu, a riff from the garden. A gift from the garden, really.
This weekend it happened again, as I was getting ready for farmstay guests:
Rather special, eh? Now that I'm aware of it I'm thinking it won't happen again. But perhaps the gardens and I are connecting on some sort of subliminal level. I look after them, they look after me. May this love affair continue, at least through the busy farmstay season!
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