You say I'm crazy

'cause you don't think i know what you've done
but when you call me baby
i know I'm not the only one.

There have been two delphinium harvests, the Highlands of Scotland, the wilds of Exmoor and everywhere in between.

Damsons have been turned into ice-cream, ripe tomatoes have dripped down chins, cocktails, coffees.

Flowers, so many flowers.

Hatches, matches and dispatches.

All observed and absorbed quietly by the florist.