The year started with a wedding.
Our wedding,
with a bouquet made up from flowers I collected from florist friends around the country, that Billy and I visited on our way north. We get married in Durham, 10 years after we met there.
The florist's year really gets under way with all the rush and romance that is Valentine's Day. Calling into Leentje's tiny, but exquisite shop in Cambridgeshire seemed like a very good place for me to start too.
Soon after cupid delivered his last rose, florists, like Kate in Sturminster Newton packed their shops with plants and posies for Mothers' Day.
In Arcade Flowers in Ringwood local primary school children hung blue hearts on a tree that the girls have planted in their window.
The warm spring rolled into a showery May and into the shops came the summery flowers and herbs; such as the delicate blue Scabious and daisy-like Fever Few.
This was a year for new ventures; Sprout & Flower in Mere in Wiltshire opened its doors selling an enticing mixture of vegetables, flowers and fresh bread,
and Rustic Rose launched its new website - complete with a heavenly day for me helping to photograph bouquets and blooms for it.
It is not only the flower shops that I love but the many flower stalls I visit on my travels, such as this fabulous display outside Bibendum on the Fulham Road.
New faces included Grace,
whose shop Bramble & Wild is a wonderful discovery, perched at the top of Catherine Hill in Frome.
But the year would not be the same without several trips to Ted Martin Flowers in Tisbury, the subject of my first two books about flower shops.
I can always rely on my flower shop friends to fill my life with colour!
From the first spring tulips to the late November chrysanthemum blooms.
It was a year for celebrating, with a party for a my daughter and my birthdays.
(I cannot believe she is twenty one - let alone how old I am!)
There were weddings to help with, including Gemma who did not have a huge budget - but as luck would have it, happened to know a friendly florist.
As a finishing touch I pick sweet peas for her from the pick your own flower fields at Hatch near Tisbury.
It was also a year of flower workshops - one of my favourites is based on the sort of flowers you can find in your garden.
The ladies attending it may be teachers and nurses and retired civil servants but they were born florists.
There were flowers to admire in the many flower festivals around the country - such as the magnificent displays at Salisbury cathedral.
And there were ways to create an atmospheric table display of flowers for yourself, even when you did not have masses of flowers to play with.