The weekend gave us a bit of everything. Sunshine, a touch of rain, and enough time to get our hands dirty in the garden.
The dahlias have come out. The ranunculus are in the planters. There is something deeply satisfying about that exchange, one season making way for the next, each one with its own colour and its own mood.
Growing our own flowers has been part of the plan for a while now. Not a rushed part. The kind that develops slowly and properly, the way the best things do at Provincial Rabbit.
We are not quite ready to share everything about where the flowers side of things is heading. But posts like this one are the beginning of that story. The garden is finding its shape, one planting at a time.
Watch this space. And the planters.