Last week I was waiting for the opening of travel restrictions and visiting beautiful gardens. This week, I’m realising that beauty is on my doorstep.
By about 1610 tulip mania reached frenzied heights. A single bulb of a new variety was acceptable as dowry for a bride, and a flourishing brewery in France was exchanged for one bulb of the variety Tulipe Brasserie.
Rozanne is of the Geranium clan, and I’ve loved her for many a year.
I took a short stroll around the dying garden yesterday before breakfast. This is something I like to do regularly and I bring a small