Since I began my journey on the freelance highway (posh way to say I became a jobbing gardener) in November I have often been gardening blind. The gardens were in winter shut-down and I had to depend on the memory of owners as to what was what and where was where. More often than not this knowledge consisted of “I think it is blue” or “I don’t remember anything being there” or “there may be something really important in that general direction”. Now that most of the sleepers have awakened it has been a joy to discover what “that old stick” really is and who the bunch of roots that I dug up and replanted belonged to. I was overjoyed to discover that at the Farm they have Buddleja globosa. Definitely not just another buddleja.