Last month’s styling the seasons post was late. Very late.
So this month I decided to buck the trend and try and organise myself a little better.
Although look — it’s 28th of the month and I’m only just posting once again. Oh.
Although it’s been such a hectic month, I really should cut myself a little slack.
Mother’s day, followed by my big boy’s birthday, followed by my little boys’ birthdays. Topped off with the long bank holiday, staying with family in Yorkshire for Easter this weekend. March is the busiest month of the year for us, by far.
A month of celebrations.
And celebrations aside, it’s a lovely month isn’t it? Full of promise and newness. The fields are full of little hoppity-skippety lambs and the gardens and parks are beginning to rouse themselves, after the long winter sleep.
Talking of which, our own garden is springing to life and full of Hellebores at the moment. So beautiful.
These gorgeous little plants flower in some of the shadiest corners of our garden, like little shining jewels in the darkness. I’m always so pleased to see them and look forward to their arrival each year, even though their presence is fairly short lived. They seem to disappear in late spring and we don’t see them again until the following winter.
Although, having said that, I got really quite cross with them when we first moved here. I was so delighted with my find, when I first spotted them, and began began to pick little posies to pop in jars and bottles but literally within hours they were dead.
I was totally perplexed and couldn’t work out what I was doing wrong.
Then a kindly, green-fingered, soul told me that you need to sear the stems before you put them in water. This will ensure that they’ll give a good display and will last a little longer than 60 minutes, once you’ve picked them!
So this month’s Styling The Seasons post is an ode to the humble Hellebore.
It’s a little bit of a cheat as I’ve not really ‘styled’ anything at all — more taken some pictures of the windowsill in our dining room — but I love the form and fragility of these darling little flowers.
And I think the name of the book is very apt.
It sums up our lovely country — particularly in spring.