We spent Christmas morning with family in Berry. Lynda, my step-mum (kind of… it’s complicated…) has the most outrageous garden, with an amazing veggie patch and gardenias, hydrangea, roses, waterlilies, clematis, callas, etc. etc. coming out her ears. Berry’s fertile soil and wet climate is apparently heaven-on-stick when it comes to growing things.
On Chrissy morning, Lynda handed me her seceteurs and sent me into the garden to cut flowers for the table. Well. I darn near lost my mind.
It was, undoubtedly, the best Christmas morning I’ve ever had.