’TIS THE season to spend money and ’tis no good pushing back against the fact. Nor, I imagine, do we really want to, since we don’t want to be thought a pinchpenny at Christmas. Blame Charles Dickens for that. The trouble is that as our friends and relations get older it’s harder and harder to find something to buy them that is either attractive or useful or, preferably, both. Thank goodness, then, for the keen gardeners among
