Spring is the thing now. Our roof terrace is awash with colour. Pots of assorted sprawling daffodils. Others packed with tulips. The muscari are tiring, to be replaced with delicate, pointed, perpetual scarlet tulips. The lily of the valley have stirred. Otherworldly stems packed with tight, light-green flowers, readying to unfurl in all their scented glory.
The magnolia stellata flowers have faded. Now it’s all about its sprouting leaf. The Bengal crimson rose is a mass of curled green. Unfolding blooms like pink paper handkerchiefs.
