Allium christophii

Too perfect.

You can tell why I just love alliums.  Bulbs of any variety in fact.

These are the allium christophiis which come back year after year in the east garden. Slap bang up against the old lean-to wooden structure against the east wall of the farm house.

I’m always torn between wanting to cut them and stick them in a vase indoors. Or just pat their head every time I walk past.

I think I’ll let these go over to green and then dry them and bring them in for winter. And plan to plant more this autumn. Three giant bulbs of this particular allium is just not enough.