Rose hips, Rosemary and Honesty
...aah, Friday at last.
It's so lovely to be back here again.
Life has been a little bit busy here with work and entertaining twice in the week - book club on Monday night and family last night (eldest son has come home for a few days of his reading week). Book club was fun to host but it was quite a challenge fitting ten people into our compact lounge. Anyhow it was cosy and the olives, Mediterranean platter and wine seemed to go down well. We have just read Edith Wharton's The Children and have chosen to read Rachel Joyce's The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry for our next meeting. Both great books that I would recommend.
Yesterday I headed off for a solitary walk into the late afternoon autumn sun to catch up with myself and nature. I strolled around the perimeter of our local park to see what the hedges had to offer for Lou's series. Many gardens back onto the park so I found many plants over spilling from back gardens into the park. There was an abundance of rose hips, a very handsome rosemary bush and I was in ecstasy to find a tiny amount of honesty.
As usual I collected far too much foliage but quickly narrowed down my jumble to the brightest rose hips, a sprig of rosemary and some delightful twigs of honesty. Deciding how to display them took a little longer - but that's half the fun.
Do hop over to Nature in the home - I'm a little in awe of this week's wreaths and posies that have been showcased. Enchanting.
Have a great weekend and thanks for reading, following and commenting this week.