freaky weather

It's cold in Cornwall. I am mostly to be found in the polytunnel eeking out the inside jobs reluctant to layer up and face the biting wind and rain, which seems to have been relentlessly battering the flower field since November, turning the flowerbeds into unworkable clay. Though, it seems, by the signs all around us, that this year is evidently not as cold as many previous, the daffodils growing in the fields are well early on last year, in fact they are approximately six weeks earlier than last year and about 4 weeks earlier than the norm. Which does illustrate quite well how variable the good old Cornish weather is, and how difficult it is to predict quite what will happen next and most significantly for me, which flower will be available when. Still if every year was the same, where would be the fun in that! This picture of the daffodil was taken 8th of April last year! Oh how I long for for blue sky's!

Blog No3. Artisan Floristry

'artisan

ˈɑːtɪzan,ɑːtɪˈzan/

noun

noun: artisan; plural noun: artisans

1.      a worker in a skilled trade, especially one that involves making things by hand.

"street markets where local artisans display handwoven textiles, painted ceramics, and leather goods"

synonyms:

craftsmancraftswomancraftsperson, skilled worker, mechanictechnicianoperativemakersmithwrightjourneyman; More

archaicartificer;

rarehandicraftsmanhandicraftswoman

"each guild organized the artisans of a particular craft"

o    (of food or drink) made in a traditional or non-mechanized way using high-quality ingredients.

"Britain's artisan cheeses"

 

 

 

So, what do you do?' I hate that question. It's so innocuous, but I always find it so difficult to answer. I am a florist. I am a grower. I am a florist who grows flowers. I would not, could not, do one without the other. The two aspects of my job are inextricably interwoven. I think it is a perfect arrangement. Well, I would, wouldn't I! Using bought in material takes the pressure off for me, I don't think I could cope with the worries of, will my ranunculus bloom in time? Will my tulips have gone over? Will this wind flatten my peonys? And all the other known unknowns! Buying in also enables me to use a wider diversity of flowers over a longer period. But to use all bought? No way! Bought in for all their convenience, often lack character, the bendy bits, the kinks, the tendrils, the imperfections it is these 'flaws' that give movement and life to an arrangement. I like to think that it is this commitment to growing and using the highest quality materials that qualifies me to use the prefix 'artisan'. Growing those flowers is just too much hard work not to credit in someway!

 

Blog No2

So, I went surfing yesterday, it was a glorious sunny day, a relief after the relentless rain and wind Cornwall has been battered with over the last month or so. There was barely a breeze and the beach was virtually deserted with gorgeous glassy little peelers snapping into the bay. The water temperature was roughly the same as the air at 14 degrees, so despite my misgivings I was quite toasty in the winter suit and boots, though this, my first surf this year with the additional winter neoprene was certainly a shock to the system the additional mm of rubber restricting my movements and making me notice every scrape and drag of toes across the board, lazy summer habits that need to be corrected over the colder months! And it seems, that i am by necessity going to have to become accustomed to cold water surfing if i want to get in at all! I did, when i began 'This Rugged Coast', think that my newly self employed status would enable me to skip down to the beach on a daily basis, catching a few waves before continuing with my new relaxed self employed day.... oh how i laugh.... this is not to suggest that i don't love my new venture, i most certainly do, i am more fulfilled in my life now than i ever have been, i am wedded to my land and my flowers, my new life, but it doesn't always leave much time for surfing. Other than from November to April, so i guess i better grit my teeth, pull on a neoprene hood and make the most of it. After a quick shower i returned back to the bay, still damp and bedraggled to price up a job in a stunning hotel for Christmas flowers, the manager must have been somewhat surprised to find my slightly sandy self awaiting her in the lobby. hey ho, i got the gig and Christmas is about to go into full swing.

 

blog no1

How ever does anyone write a blog? It surely takes a certain confidence thatI'm not sure i possess, to imagine that anyone would want to read my thoughts on this and that, but it seems as though blogging is almost obligatory now for an independent business with every man and his dog volunteering to me that i need to get with it, as they tell me that writing a blog with key words will lead to 'increased search engine optimization' , or in other words, as i understand it, will make me easier for someone googling 'wedding flowers in Cornwall' to find me. I'm wondering whether I want to be found......! So, I suppose anyone reading this blog can expect to read about everything and anything with often only a tenuous link to 'Wedding flowers in Cornwall'