Today was spent dodging showers. Sometimes successfully, sometimes not. In the greenhouse I planted tulips and potted up cuttings. Curiously, one of the Colquhounia coccinea cuttings had produced, as well as some fine roots, an attempt at a flower. I should probably remove this orange-lined scarlet trumpet. Its efforts should be concentrated on producing roots and building strength for the winter, not wasted on frivolous showing off. But I didn’t. I rather admired its ambition.