My morning was spent digging up crocosmia in the rain. I was fully ‘proofed and as warm and dry as could be expected in such circumstances. Whilst playing “spot the vagrant corm” I listened to my iPod on shuffle mode, doing my own semi-rhythmic shuffle when appropriate. I pondered the troubles of the world and the vagaries of life. It was then that it all became clear, that there was one certainty that I could cling to. Next year, in the very same area that I painstakingly removed every single last trace of croc, more will appear, laughing in my face.