About the author

About the author

I am a business owner of a little flower shop, and every day I am positively intrigued by the body language of my customers, which spark ideas for my books daily.
So watch out if you come through my doors - you are being observed!
Some people may even recognize parts of their speech or character depicted in my books!

Favourite Movie?

One of my favourite movies other than the BBC Jane Austen series 'Pride and Prejudice', is "You've Got Mail" - it's light and funny and oh so delightful. 
The little nuances between the two love-interest characters are charming.
I suggest you sit with a cuppa char and a woolly blanket over your knees on a rainy Sunday and watch this feel-good movie.

Other lovely choices are:

'The Painted Veil'

'First Knight'

'The Guernsey Literary Potato Peel Pie Society'

'The Thomas Crown Affair' and

'Sense & Sensibility'

favourite quotes?

"the greatest mistake a man can ever make is to be afraid of making one"
Elbert Hubbard

"Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love" 
Jane Austen

"We shall never know all the good that a single smile can do"

Mother Theresa

"Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak. Courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen"
Sir Winston Churchill

"Outside of a dog
a book is man's best friend.
Inside of a dog
it's too dark to read!"
Groucho Marx


Flowers inspire...

Working with flowers has always inspired me.
There is a little botanical booklet that I found at a Hospice shop on the meaning of flowers. I treasure it; it is hand-written and beautiful with little sketches of flowers.
The handwriting even goes a little skew now and then where the writer had to try and squeeze in the meaning of flowers on one line, it's thoroughly delightful!
Very often flowers are mentioned in my novels together with their meanings. Which reminds me: If you come across the novel by Vanessa Diffenbaugh, 'The Language of Flowers', it's also worth a read.

Favourite Poems

An excerpt from I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth

'I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.' 

The Owl and the Pussy-cat by Edward Lear

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
   In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
   Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
   And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
    What a beautiful Pussy you are,
         You are,
         You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!"

Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl!
   How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
   But what shall we do for a ring?"
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
   To the land where the Bong-Tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
   With a ring at the end of his nose,
             His nose,
             His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will."
So they took it away, and were married next day
   By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
   Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
   They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.


Copyright Helena Davis