COMMENT I have just indulged in the most spectacularly useless bit of gardening. You may think that you hold the world record with your last attempt to grow a stephantis or to keep a half-hardy hebe outdoors during the winter.
I have left you standing in the annals of futility. I have spent an entire morning last weekend lovingly planting small groups of my favourite crocuses, Cream Beauty and Blue Pearl, in carefully planned little groups of 30 at intervals along the lawn that edges the garden's most prominent flower beds. They were to be my final act of showing off in spring time.
