Dead Rabbits Run

Purple hydrangeas brood in the garden like clustered thoughts of passion and regret, their heavy blooms bowed under the weight of unspoken feeling. They seem born of twilight itself, where beauty is inseparable from melancholy and every petal trembles with a poet's sorrow.

The Queen of the Night unfurls her pale, secret petals beneath the watchful stars, a ghostly monarch reigning for a single, breathless hour.
Her fragrance drifts like a whispered confession through the darkness, heavy with longing and the ache of forbidden beauty. By dawn she is gone, leaving only the memory of love that dared to bloom where no sun could
witness.

Freshly picked after the rain. Loving these colour combinations

Some of our dahlias out at the moment. Loving them!

Walking staff repair from Cyprus i was gifted. The joy of craft.


Big shout out to Gareth McGhie for his incredible logo design

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City of London

Chuffed with new rabbit in Julie’s garden at Dead Rabbits Run

Spotted last night

Sometimes it’s the smallest thing that stops you in your tracks — a perfect curve, a burst of colour, a single flower holding its ground.
Dead Rabbits Run is full of those moments. 🌸

Not all blossoms whisper.
Some burn scarlet against the green, others gleam ghost-white in the shade.
Two sides of the same wild heart. 🔥❄️