There’s this thing going on the The States at the moment, where they stick their pots of annuals and perennials full of….well…sticks. It may well be happening elsewhere, but its been a while since I’ve been elsewhere.
Just back from the USA, and lingering in a state of garden bliss. In no other two- week period of my life have I accessed such a broad spectrum of garden aspiration and achievement (except, perhaps, running the same tour last year).
So I’m swanning around Washington DC, and wander into a huge bookshop, with the intention of checking out the garden books. In the pre-internet days we didn’t see any American garden books in Australia, and I’ve still got it in my head that I might stumble on a huge untapped resource of inspiring reading.