Nancy Nightingale is not a woman of restraint. The word does not come into her vocabulary. It is one of the reasons that I like her.
The morning was spent planting some of the hundredweight of daffs, tulips, more daffs, iris and more daffs she has recently bought. I am not totally without blame. A few weeks ago I sat next to her as she pushed “buy” with increasing intensity, as I feebly whispered “I think that might be enough now”. My entreaties were to no avail, she worked herself up to a purchasing crescendo and fell exhausted to the floor as her credit card exploded.
We planted in colourful trugs, painted metal planters, pots and in the borders. And still there are more. They will have to wait until next time. My back may have recovered by then.