Many memories are ignited by flowers, whether it’s their scent, their name, or the place where a particular bloom first made an impression.
My first memory of flowers is when my sister and I (me about five years old and she eight), would stay with our Aunt and Uncle, Mabel and Bert in Hove. Their garden was not grand nor particularly pretty, but Uncle Bert grew the most stunning delphiniums against the side of his greenhouse in order to create shade, I can still easily recall the fabulous hues of blue.
Perhaps your Grandad grew Batchelor Buttons (cornflowers), or your mother had Love-in-a-mist (nigella) in her wedding bouquet, or the heady fragrance of sweet peas reminds you of your own childhood garden in early summer.
So often when visitors come to our flower farm, once they have regained their composure having seen the array of glorious colours and forms set out before them, there will indeed be a flower or fragrance that will trigger a burst of nostalgia and without fail, happy memories too. It is lovely to witness something as simple as a flower having such an effect.
At the farm we are already witnessing the changing season with regard to flowers. The first flush of fabulous muscari, snowdrops, hyacinths, narcissi and early tulips are coming to an end while anemones, ranunculus, aquilegia, sweet william and many more varieties are taking their place. It’s an exciting but slightly daunting time, with me hoping that there will be enough new flowers ready for cutting to satisfy our customers. Mother Nature is very clever, kind and bountiful though, and I am certain will never let me down!