Learning to love flowers - the first garland

I remember my Grandmother teaching me the names of flowers when I was little; when we went out for walks.  In particular, the names of wildflowers held a special magic.  Somehow they were committed to memory and over the years have been added to.

Young Roland in his straw hat - Chalk Pit Lane, Goodwood - c.1980

On a happy walk with Roland on the South Downs when we were in our early twenties I collected a few flowers and wove them into a garland for his straw hat...I thought he looked rather fetching.  We added the grasses as a tribute to his Australian heritage....no corks available on the day!

The next experiment in garland making was to come many years later....