21/09/2026
A gentle reminder to myself: flowers don’t always have to be my professional medium.
When you work with stems every day, it’s easy to stay locked in “florist mode”—making sure everything is perfectly conditioned, wired, taped, and anchored to a water source to last for a client.
So yesterday, a friend and I took ourselves back to childhood. We parked ourselves on a blanket under a blooming crab apple tree with baskets of fresh cuttings from our gardens and just played.
No water, no wire, no tape—nothing I would ever do for a commercial job, and nothing designed to last beyond the hours we spent enjoying the process.
When the blooms inevitably started to wilt in the afternoon heat, we through them in the nearby pond. I even anchored them there overnight to try and keep them for the equinox sunrise.