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🍎🌑 Tonight, the orchard of the heavens darkens – a total lunar eclipse veils the moon in shadow, until she glows the colour of embers. The ancients called it a Blood Moon: a crimson fruit ripened in the sky, a sign of awe and omen. Yet what
🍂 Autumn carries its own music – a quieter rhythm and a softer light. Where summer blazed, autumn glows; where days rushed, the season lingers. It is in this harmony that we find our work: gathering what is fleeting, weaving it into form, and
ðŸŪ Among the woven branches of The Amber Hour wreath, small lanterns glow – not of paper, but of nature’s own making. These are physalis, or Chinese lanterns: delicate husks that hold their fruit in a fiery orange shell, like woodland la
On the first day of September, we turn the page of The Nymphs’ Book of Hours and welcome our golden-haired muse of the month. Draped in pale blue, she gathers dahlias, chrysanthemums, hydrangeas, and roses – blossoms that mark the final g
Something wickedly wonderful at Fortnum & Mason… 🎃 This October, we’re thrilled to be hosting @fortnums’ first-ever pumpkin carving workshop – a Halloween celebration like no other! 🍂 Join us to carve beautiful squas
The slow work of the seasons is its own kind of artistry – seed to bloom, leaf to ember, fruit to harvest. 🍂âœĻ At the House of Hesperides, we gather these moments at their brightest, shaping them into creations that honour the rhythm of nature
A warm embrace of autumn’s colours. 🍂âœĻ We are so proud to reveal The Amber Hour – the very first wreath from the House of Hesperides. This sustainable and seasonal heirloom gathers autumn’s warmth and quiet splendour into a richl
Speckled light, caught on a feather ðŸŠķâœĻ. Each guinea fowl and hen feather in our autumn wreath has been naturally shed – a gift left gently behind, never taken. We gather only what the earth offers freely, shaping it into a story of the season
Gardens, like music, move in time. Each wreath we are making is a single note – carrying the cadence of the season ðŸŽķ. #HouseOfHesperides #GreekMyth #Mythology #Garden #Flowers #Floristry #Wildcraft #DecorativeArt #NoWaste #Sustainable #Hortic
The first whisper of autumn: crimson leaves, pressed and preserved, stitched into a circle that celebrates the season’s turning. 🍂 Each wreath will be unique, but always bound by this same palette of harvest warmth and golden light. #HouseOfH
Sunlight caught and preserved: slices of fragrant orange, dried to hold their glow, paired with star anise – a spice once treasured along ancient trade routes. On our first wreath, they speak of warmth, harvest, and stories carried on the air.
The first golden threads are beginning to take shape ðŸŒū. A whisper of wheat, gathered and hand-woven, marks the start of our very first creation – all natural, biodegradable, and thoughtfully made so that every element may be cherished, reused,
The turning of the seasons is not an ending, but a movement – one bloom yielding to the next, one hour’s light giving way to another ðŸŒū. At the House of Hesperides, we honour that fleeting glow: the beauty that lingers only for a moment,
Our garden is heavy with gifts. 🌞🍏âœĻ A basket brimming with late-summer flowers, golden apples gleaming in the light – reminders of a season at its fullest. At the House of Hesperides, we take only what the earth offers: no plastic, no waste
In the Palazzo Vecchio in Florence, there is a room dedicated to the Ancient Greek hero, Hercules. Among its frescoes, painted under Vasari’s guidance in 1557, is the moment he slays Ladon – the dragon who guards the golden apple trees in
In ancient poetry, summer is the earth’s open hand – giving freely, without toil. We work in that spirit, taking only what comes in its season and preserving it so it can be treasured a little longer. The fields are still green, but the
Every season offers its own palette. Our first task is not to make – but to look and to listen. A seedhead rattling in the wind ðŸŒą. A branch washed smooth by rain 🌧ïļ. The faint scent of herbs when the sun warms the leaves 🍃. At the House