If early June in Normandy means gardens full of roses, it also means fields full of colour and texture. The green wheat and barley are only just beginning to turn gold, and their fading hues make the self seeded poppies stand out even more beautifully as their red heads sway against the cereal crops
And then there are the fields that seem to have been planted simply to feast our eyes, the flax that turns deep blue every day between ten and two and a very new favourite of mine – the humble pea.
Local farmers are very keen on peas this year, and that suits me just fine. Peas are wonderful for mixing in with other flowers. They are more rigid than their cultivated sweeter cousins that fill our gardens with delicious scent. Their pale grey green foliage is the perfect backdrop for practically any colour you could find, and their spiralling tendrils add interesting shapes and romantic twirls to even the simplest arrangement.
This week I picked some peas that had strayed outside their field and brought them straight home where they became the perfect companion to my iceberg roses.
And if you are wondering about the title to this post, and what does ‘ellie’ have to do with any of the above, it is because this bouquet that is especially composed for my new blogging friend Ellie O’Connell, who wrote some very kind words about my blog this week, and whose incisive wit and sharp mind make a wonderful interlude to any day.
If you don’t already know her blog Have Some Decorum, then you need to pop right over and check her out. Among my favourite posts are her views on living with teenage daughters that make me laugh out loud. She is a beautiful jet-setter, married to a Frenchman, lives in Paris, and with her background in interior design and publishing, she can be sure to show you the best of life in the capital through her highly trained, high-brow eye. You’ll like to know that she recently opened an on-line brocante store and that her goodies are just flying off the shelves.
She also just happens to suffer from ALS, which has left her paralysed, but her incredible energy and straightforward no bullsh-ting approach to the difficulties of daily life are a lesson in humility for us all. Her illness certainly does not define her, but it is a timely reminder to us all to make the most of every day.
For you Ellie, white roses from Normandy … I look forward to seeing you soon.