We went home this weekend to celebrate Ian’s Mum’s birthday. When we have such a whistle stop weekend like this I stay with my parents. It was so wonderful to see them and the cats, as I have been feeling so homesick recently.
Mum and I popped over the road to the museum to look at the Queen Mother’s Watercolour exhibition. The collection is certainly eclectic and though I do not really hold a passion for Watercolours (normally quite the opposite) I did really love the John Pipers’, there are a few in the Tate Britain so I think I will slip in one lunch time and take a look.
After the museum I spent a merry hour or so in the garden with Mum picking flowers to take back to London. By the end we were both rather wet, thanks to the wonderful weather we have had recently, but very happy with two bouquets which looked good enough to charge £30 a piece!
One wholly of roses and the second of a mix of flowers and foliage from bamboo to poppy seed heads to Lady’s Mantle (Alchemilla mollis), Astrantia ‘Shaggy’ and Astrantia Major. We bundled them into brown paper and tied with twin. Looked wonderfully professional until the gates on the tube concourse at Kings Cross closed on them squishing them tight.
I managed to resurrect them with a little love and care.