Seems like this is the year of purple.
Sitting on the patio last night, I noticed some flowers at the back of the garden. Uh! I didn’t remember planting any flowers there. Unless it was a spring bulb, late.
Upon investigation, however, I realised it wasn’t a spring anything. It was the hosta I bought a year gone June.
Now, to be fair, I know next to nothing about ornamentals – in case you hadn’t already realised. When I bought the plant there were no flowers. And none appeared last summer. So, no wonder I had been a bit puzzled.
Anyway, just to add to the ecstasy, I took it into my head to see how the mini purple runner beans were doing. I say ‘mini’ as the last time I looked there were a few tiny pods and I assumed that with the rain they might have come on a bit.
Well, they had. But what I had not noticed before was that at the bottom of one or two of the plants was something altogether more pleasing.