Nasturtiums make me think of Sydney, summer and lazy days.
Growing up, a patch grew by our front fence, the bright orange flowers a happy exclamation mark amongst the wonderful round green leaves. My mother would often arrange some in a vase that was like a large white shell, an apt choice since you often see them rambling on the fringes of beaches on Australia’s east coast.
I recall a friend telling me of her summers filled with days at the beach where they would take fresh buttered bread and make wild nasturtium sandwiches for lunch.
I love how you find them growing in unexpected and unintentional places – slightly defiant and carefree – a colourful reminder not to be too rigid and to celebrate the simple joy in the everyday.