Wet sheep, no wine
FLOWER shows can be bloomin’ disappointing. The veg section is usually all right (who doesn’t like an outrageous parsnip?), and I’m intrigued by the predatory nature of carnivorous plants; but all those perfect roses and petunias remind me of failure, the wasteland of weeds that purports to be our herbaceous border.
Yet I was intrigued by a theme running through the Chelsea Flower Show some years ago addressing the drought that would surely come with global warming. Our gardens would have to adapt to the dry and our planting become more Mediterranean, thyme and rosemary to
