This morning I went out to see if there was something to get me going. My eye was first drawn to yet another scattering of twiggy bits from the Oak growing just over the wall. We have several squirrels attempting to build drays and I think these are the ones which fell down or were brought down by the wind and heavy rain yesterday. They are however the perfect grey green to form a background for the snowdrops in this vase.
Next looking at the Pittosporum I thought a few pieces of that would form a good contrast. On Saturday Jim mentioned cutting his Pittosporum before the new growth broke out, so this is a job for me this week. Then I looked around to see which Snowdrops I would cut. I have a little clump which I can't see from the conservatory which has been in flower for a couple of weeks, and its label read Melanie Broughton. Since I could not see them when sitting in the conservatory, I decided to cut each bloom, and worked hard on trying to remember the name ready for writing this. Well, I have looked at other example of Melanie Broughton, and this is definitely not that one, as there are just a little marking. I felt a huge disappointment. Can snowdrops loose their markings or is it simply that the label got misplaced. I shall need to ponder this one and consult any sketches I made, if indeed I did any, when these were planted.
To bypass or maybe even erase this crest fallen feeling, I shall concentrate on the feeling I had when I was cutting the blooms, before I knew of the problem, and also remember the little robin who came to see what I was up to, and also his song. Here therefore besides the arrangement is the delightful studio pottery bowl with a robin on it by Laurence McGowan.
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