Spring tulips
I’ve never had so much mad colour in the garden in spring. I blame letting Andrew choose my selection last November. He ordered 2500 different bulb varieties, so I drew a sharp intake of breath and said I would go for 200. Tulips that is.
We draw a veil over the number of narcissus Thalia and muscari I order each year. It’s a mild addiction, really.
Here is a shot of Lauren (god daughter) helping me with the flowers for the market. And Artur helping with the drinking of water from each vase. As old cats do.