Misti’s flower diary; Flying kites and tasty bites

February, you festive, lovely, short, breezy month! You are everything January is not and I love you for it.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

February, you festive, lovely, short, breezy month! You are everything January is not and I love you for it. I can’t believe how fast the days are flying by. At this rate, March and all her spring flowers will be here in no time. Have the strong winds helped? If so, I am willing to overlook the fact that my favourite pot of red geraniums blew over and broke.


Flying kites
The flying koala

Let’s go fly a kite!

Honestly, nothing cheers me quite like a crisp, bright, beautiful, blue day– especially a windy one. This month has been full of them. Which is why my daughter has gone kite crazy. Her uncle in Australia sent her kite with a koala on it for her birthday more than a year ago. For this reason or that, we never got it up in the sky until this month. All I can say is that we are making up for lost time. Anytime my daughter looks out the window and sees the tree branches swaying she says “To the heath, Mummy!” and out we go.


Flowers to decorate
Decoration sensation

Social Butterfly

This February it feels as though we’ve been going out a lot and not just for postprandial walks in the park. Really the family social register has been rather full. At the top of the month, we had a friend’s birthday party to attend. I baked a chocolate cake and, luckily thanks to Freddie, had waxflower on hand to decorate.


The Ivy Café, Blackheath
The Ivy Café, Blackheath

Southern Charm

I had the best buttermilk fried chicken and whiskey of my life on a friend’s boat in the Old Ferry Wharf. It was so good that I shall forever refer to his end of Cheyne Walk as Charleston Upon Thames. Before walking home, I stopped to marvel at the view. Was there ever a prettier sight than the Albert Bridge at night? She is so beautiful she looks like she’s wearing pearls.

Speaking of pearls, there were plenty about at the opening of the new Ivy Café in Blackheath. Le Tout Blackheath was there. Seriously, Le Tout. How else do you think I got invited? The art deco décor is stunning, particularly around the bar which was full of vases holding spring flowers like lilies—my personal favourite. I kept thinking I’d see Bertie Wooster coming round the corner. He never did, but the wait staff did and with plenty of champagne.


Bad romance
Bad romance by Emily Hill

Bad Romance

In the run up to Valentine’s Day, I attended the launch party for a brilliant new book by the wildly talented, Emily Hill. The title? Bad Romance. The book is full of short stories, “tales from the happily never after,” that are deliciously dark and wickedly funny. I love it so much I’m getting copies for all my girlfriends and you should too. Yes, I baked biscuits for the occasion. They were my take on Necco’s Conversation Hearts.

As fun as this month has been, it’s also been exhausting. Thankfully, Freddie has taken it upon himself to deliver a visual Vitamin C. His yellow lilies, roses, solidago, and forsythia from a few weeks back were as satisfying and energising as any supplement I could have taken. They were so inspiring that we booked a trip to Spain this April. I can’t wait to see what the spring flowers are like there. I also can’t wait for proper sunshine and lots of seafood. Roll on, spring!


Author of Bad Romance
With the lovely Emily Hill

Featured photo by Joanna Kosinska

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