12th June 2016
I have a new Alpine House and inevitably I have developed a wild urge to grow all sorts of things I haven't looked at seriously for years.
It is a strange experience, like flirting with someone because they remind you of a previous love. Well, here I go, flirting with Androsace.
Fading memories of the old RHS shows at Vincent Square where I saw my first silvery cushions, loved, ached, yearned and watched the decades fly by.
Here amid the clay granules is the whole experience, softened by time.
I am watching developments with a slightly distant caution, afraid to disturb the dust that has covered the memories and kept them warm.
(And I may yet kill the little bugger and feel really foolish).