Last November, I decided to try to pick a bunch of flowers from the garden or hedgerow each week. I soon decided that every week was a step too far – after all if they still looked good at the end of the week then there was no need to replace them. I also discovered that I have a tolerance for brown and decaying. An artistic study of life and death. There were some lean months, when herbs and branches or seedheads featured heavily and sometimes the arrangement was more suited to a buttonhole than a vase, but I persevered and for most of the time there has been something to pick.
The year has finished with mint, rosemary and spindle berries. The pink spindle berries make a bright splash of colour in the hedgerows in the rather grey weather we’re having at the moment. They were also a clue in the Compound Word Project and even though I knew what they were, I failed to guess the answer.