This Pelargonium “Pink Capricorn” was a gift from Phlomis Phlo (after some extremely unsubtle hinting on my part). It has thrived in a pot in the half-sun of the steps leading up to our small and imperfectly formed garden. Perched here the fragrant leaves are handy for a quick fondle on route to bring the washing in or even (deep breath) a little weeding. Despite our disappointing summer it has grown well. This afternoon it was looking particularly lovely set against the whitewashed wall behind.
I am becoming increasingly concerned by my recent leanings towards the Barbara Cartland region of the spectrum. Perhaps my Darth Vader days are over. Pastel Power here we come!