Many of us have picked up all manner of extraordinary habits in the past year growing new spring onions from trimmed ones, fermenting anything and everything, baking banana bread, whether we like it or not (I’m very much in the ‘or not’ camp).
But as a lover of fresh flowers, the trend that surprises me most is the seemingly unstoppable rise of dried blooms, with sales up 115 per cent during our various lockdowns.
At 55, I think I am both too young and too old for this trend.
Sure, in 1978, my Christmas money hot in my hand, I raced to Dressers department store in Darlington to buy Edith Holden’s Country Diary Of An Edwardian Lady. I even had a flower press.