With the arrival of May comes a reassurance that I love; a time when sub-zero temperatures are banished from the garden and woolly jumpers are packed away. Windowsills and greenhouses heave with tender plants that seem desperate to get outside, stretch and enjoy the passage into summer.
In a sun-drenched border, bearded iris begin to flower, differing greatly in size, colour and scent. From the intoxicatingsubsp. , , , ‘
