It’s a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world

In Scotland, anyone who's anyone has at least one huge rhododendron blooming in their front garden. Rhododendrons like it here, although they are native to North America. They like Scotland's acidic soil, and perhaps feel that they are doing the population of Scotland a service by bringing flounce and chutzpah to our dour, sensible lives.…

Backgreen offerings

I'm home, and from our kitchen window I can see tulips, Spanish bluebells, rhubarb, saxifrage and (almost) alliums brightening up the communal backgreen. It's one of those rainy sunny windy everythingy days and the greenery simply shines. Even I, hopeless at finding and arranging flowers for Cathy's Monday vases, can't fail to create something today.…

In a vase on Monday (and on a cake on Sunday)

A vase from me is an event rarer than steak bleu: I have no flowers worth picking from my own garden, and would begrudge depleting any that I did for a vase. But I went to Derbyshire for a family Easter this weekend, and my grandmother asked me to pick flowers from her garden for…