There is a glorious melancholy about a hot day in England’s late spring. The final glory of exquisitely delicate tulips has a special beauty and so it was yesterday when I watched the farewell performance of my Ballerina tulips iridescent…
In spite of the rain, the tulips are still flourishing in my small Lewes garden. The star of the show this year are the Flaming Parrots – there’s nothing shy about these wonderfully exuberant plants. I can almost here them…
There’s a rather sad-looking terracotta pot outside my back door. It was supposed to have been filled with the dramatic reds and yellows of my tulip bulbs, Flaming Parrot. It was the slugs that did it. Last year was slug…