Living palette

A good friend once called my garden a path of pots – an apt title, really, for a space that measures 5m long and is filled cheek by jowl with containers on either side, leading from the pavement to our front door.

I garden in pots because I do not have a choice, but I rarely resent this as it is like having great living vases of growing flower arrangements. You can fill pots easily, cramming them with colour and textures,