Dreaming of the bulbs in pots, paperwhites and tulips to come
We have finally purged the summer pots. The geranium and lobelia have been culled. The petunia has been composted and the tomato plants have returned to earth. Our rooftop is austere again. Well, apart from the Indian carvings, the sari print blocks, the sea of sea shells. The hot summer of 2018 has been packed away. GMT is quiet time at home.
Next spring, around Easter, I will start hankering after new colour. Until then the magnolia stellata will bud, the assorted hellebore (speckled, green, white, crimson and almost purple-flowered: I went slightly mad after leaving it late this year) will have to carry the weight. Howard has brought us a Bengal Crimson rose back from the Great Dixter autumn plant fair. A China rose (Rosa x odorata), long-flowering, perfect single petals, slightly fragrant, it joins the apricot and yellow roses on the roof.