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everlasting dried flower bouquets

Naturally dried, Australian grown wildflowers, everlasting bouquets and wreaths, and well made tools for gardening, gathering, and creating... you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden... and exclaiming of their dearness, fill your arms with the white and pink flowers, with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling, their eagerness to be wild... - M. Oliver

Hello and Welcome...

Thank you so much for visiting; I hope you enjoy browsing through all of the beautiful offerings that I have been collecting here for you... this is a place for all who adore the details of nature, who want to connect closely to the warmth of the natural world and to the beauty of Australian flora.

Here, you will find plenty of wild, crisp, naturally dried flowers that are a unique and timeless choice... that evoke a slower pace... a rustic mood... and traditional style.

Thank you so much for popping in, I hope your visit brings a little bit of flower magic into your life...

xx Elizabeth

Dried flower bouqets

Hello, I'm Elizabeth...

I am the sole trader here at AMBLE & TWINE and I am so happy that you have popped into the Shop to have a look around. Thank you for being here!

I am the one doing everything behind the scenes... I grow, I forage, I collect, I create, I stock the Shop and send out your orders... and everything in between.

Discover the story behind my small home-based business here...

I am never far away if you have any questions at all. Contact me here. If I don't get back to you right away I'm probably in the garden or chasing the kids around and I will get back to you soon.

Lets grow and create together... join me in the journey on Instagram, I am always there with messy hair and muddy boots on, pottering in the garden with the family or sharing tips and tricks on creating with everlasting blooms.

Visit me here...

australian dried flowers

... in solitude, or in that deserted state when we are surrounded by human beings and yet they sympathise not with us, we love the flowers, the grass, and the waters and the sky. In the motion of the very leaves of spring in the blue air there is then found a secret correspondence with our heart.

P. Shelley

The Dark Side of Dried | Chemically Preserved Flowers | Australia

The Dark Side of Dried | Chemically Preserved Flowers

By Elizabeth Walton

When people ask me about my business, and when I explain that I work with dried flowers, I am always very, very careful with this explanation… real dried flowers, I...

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australian native paper daisies

Falling in Love with {Growing} Australian Native Daisies

By Elizabeth Walton

And Why you May Want to Consider Growing Them in Your Garden... Native paper daisies are part of the Asteraceae plant family, the second most abundant plant group in Australia. ...

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Australian Dried Flowers | Online Store | Reviews

Reviews | Kind Words & Testimonials

By Elizabeth Walton

I love hearing from happy customers.  Here are some of the kind words that I have received in my inbox this past year.  If you have received an order from...

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how to press flowers with a flower press

Top Tips for Creating Perfectly Pressed Flowers

By Elizabeth Walton

When I think about flower pressing, the first thing that comes to mind are special memories from my childhood.  I think about being very little and collecting pretty maple leaves...

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I acknowledge and respect the traditional custodians of the land on which I live, grow, forage, and work.

This includes the Dunghutti, Ngarigo, and Awabakal People. I recognise their love and connection to country - to the land, the mountrains, the sea, the soil, the trees, the plants, the wildlife, the flowers, and the seasons.

I strive to emulate this compassion for nature and to always increase my knowledge of indigenous culture and traditional land practices.

I pay my respects to First Nations people and to elders past, present and emerging.

Last night in the fields I lay down in the darkness to think... but instead I fell asleep, as if in a vast and sloping room filled with those white flowers that open all summer, sticky and untidy, in the warm fields. When I woke the morning light was just slipping in front of the stars, and I was covered with blossoms...

I don't know if my body went diving down under the sugary vines in some sleep-sharpened affinity with the depths, or whether that green energy rose like a wave and curled over me, claiming me in its husky arms. I pushed them away, but I didn't rise. Never in my life had I felt so plush or so slippery, or so resplendently empty...

Never in my life had I felt myself so near that porous line where my own body was done with and the roots and the stems and the flowers began.

M. Oliver