Flowers for a cricket tea.
It is the ultimate picture of the classic English summer's afternoon: the sight of people dressed in white, sloping over a beautifully-mown pitch, the clock of leather on willow, lazy applause from under the horse-chestnut trees, a club house with a veranda on which a glorious tea is laid. And posies of fresh-cut country flowers, popped in jugs and jars along that cricket-tea table.
And just because a cricket match is to take place in London town, and the congregation (surely the right word?) will be sitting on raked stands rather than under trees, and the competition perhaps a little fierce, and the 'howzats!' loud, and the laziness of the country village version of the same may be missing, there's still the ceremony of the cricket tea.
And the wise club captain knows that without really good English country flowers, cut fresh from an English country garden, there will be something fundamental missing from the proceedings.
And so we make posies for the last word in smarty pants cricket teas. And we give them little reserv...