I have been wittering on for years about the annoying aquilegia in our garden. How they elbow-out and bully their way around the garden. How they are sneaky, underhand and not to be trusted.
Today I sat on the bottom step, my delicate behind cushioned on my inflatable kneeler, potting on and pricking out. Either side of the step, and indeed in much of the rest of the garden, swayed the aforementioned reprobates, resplendent in all their deceptive finery. As I worked, the air hummed, as these wicked and selfish self-seeders fed a myriad pollinators, of all dimensions and persuasions.
I feel rather guilty now. A bit of a Moaning Minnie.