So I didn't get my garage flowers in the end - in fact there wasn't a flower in sight for me on Mother's Day once I had finished my deliveries and de-thorned my thumbs.   The kitchen table transformed from florists to Sunday  lunch and I was treated to this wonderful pie followed by an afternoon on the sofa watching "Grease" (including bad singing along courtesy of the Over 40's).  Heaven.

What a great few days for women & what a busy week for florists.  With International Women's Day today and Mother's Day on Sunday it's good to feel appreciated.  Mind you, a friend of mine did point out today that "where International Women get a day, the British Sausage gets a whole Week". Mmmm.  

I love it when all the fabulous spring flowers arrive but it has meant I have really struggled with what to put in a bouquet for my mum.  The market is full of stunning narcissi and daffodils, ranunculus and tulips, magnolia and blossom.  After much deliberation I've finally plumped for antique pink roses, pink and lime green parrot tulips (her favourites), cherry blossom, wonderfully droopy geulder roses, deep burgundy anenomes with their purple centres and purple heart ranunculus - a contrast of textures, shades of pink, lime green and purple & a real "nod" to spring.  I suspect I may get garage flowers from my children.  Roll on International Sausage week.