The trees are all ablaze in reds, and pinks, and yellows; like candles in the wind, soon they’ll all be blown completely out. Ingredients Beech. Field Maple. Hazel. Pieris. Dried Oats. Dried Amaranthus.
Windowsill Wednesday. A tutti-frutti dip-dye of a week, and the leaves are turning parrot feather in a squawking of Autumn clash. Ingredients Rudbekia ’Sahara’. Zinnia ’Queen Red Lime’. ’Zinderella Lilac’Dahlias ’Mystery Fox’, ’Brown Sugar’, ’Henriette’.Chinese Aster ’Chamois Apricot’, ’Lady Coral Cahmois’.Phlox ’Creme Brulee’.Gaura ’The Bride’.Beech Branches.Virginia Creeper. Yellow Buddleia.Crapapple branches.Crocosmia.
It's that time of year when the hedgerows are positively buckling under the weight of the blackberries, when fingers stain pink on a woodland walk for all the picking and gobbling, and the bounty just keeps on ripening. Styled with silk hand dyed with the leftover blackberry pulp from the recipe... But that’s another blog … Continue reading Blackberry and Rose Geranium Sorbet
The trees are at their heaviest now and apples drop by the dozen. As the leaves begin to mottle, all pink dimples and yellow dots, the Sun sends gold to stretch out the shadows in the shortening evenings; this is our Autumn knocking at the door. Ingredients Cosmos ’Purity’ ’Candy Stripe’, ’Pied Piper Red’, ’Daydream’Zinnia … Continue reading September 11th Flowers
Our devotion to the snowdrop, as it stoically sees us through the winter, then there's the daffodils that steal our hearts in March, crescendoing with the mania that happens when the tulips arrive- it’s all a delicious build-up of the spring that we love, and adore. And yet, none of these loves of ours is … Continue reading Botanical Pancakes
When the first winds of Autumn come blowing through, unpicking summer's leaves and bringing them gently to the ground- it's time to go and collect windfall.
|Work those mussels|
Part the kelp curtains to find a free lunch, tightly sewn to the rocks, plucked and pulled, washed and trimmed, ready to cook on the beach in uncomplicated decadence.
|Aiol-i want to do is eat wild food|
There, betwixt trees and bank, is the tapestry of little white stars, an astronomical, gastronomical and olfactory navigation; this is the search for wild garlic.
|Nuts about you|
Autumn, don’t tell the others, but you’re my favourite...
|Searching for the fun-guys|
Vegetable gatherer step aside and make way for the forager warrior...