1. I can give the neighbours something to look at other than moi laying on the ground with a camera taking a picture of a blade of grass trying to discover the elusive bokeh. Cutting flowers is so much more, errm, regular, around here.
2. I can pretend I am a lady of leisure who goes around with a pair of (vintage) secateurs snipping and flower arranging all day long, oh wait, I do quite often do that, while Mr Beach Cottage thinks I am cleaning toilets.
3. Those same neighours can be happy in the fact that I am not yet again dragging into this tiny tatty old cottage another piece of junk that arrives on the drive strapped to the roof of the car – while they are twitching their net curtains and thinking that I may, or may not be either a bag lady or related to Steptoe… instead I am making the world a happier place by growing pretty flowers for all of the community to benefit from.
4. I can pop them into a vintage Mason Jar (in blue) and stand and stare for ages with a huge grin on my face saying I grew those, I like grew those, I like totally grew those…like, totally in my very own soil…in Australia.
5. I can stroke them and mentally add up the money saved on buying this bunch of flowers from the market and that which I saved by feeding my kiddos baked beans on toast all last week and buy that, ahem, piece of china I have been eying up for a few years and will soon be showcased on this blog.
6. I can wander around in a floral skirt and gumboots with a basket over my arm collecting flowers even if skirts make me look frumpy and whistle while I work and know that, there are few things better in the world, other than raising my husband’s eyebrows.