Last summer we had some builders do some work in the garden (we'd just moved here), including shoring up a bank with sleepers (it's ok, they were new ones without the creosote
). Anyway I'd dug out the celandine Brazen Hussey that I'd discovered growing in the bank and put it in a pot for safe keeping in a secluded corner.
Now, some of you may remember that last August, whilst some of you were watching the Olympics, I was called upon to wear a large fuchsia-pink hat and be the Mother of the Bride. At the same time we were blessed with about three weeks of wall to wall sunshine (do you remember that?) and while my attention was diverted by my MOTB duties (and a certain amount of recovery time), the poor celandines becamed shrivelled and parched.
When I eventually remembered them they looked unsalvageable and I tipped them out of the pot onto the pile of roots behind the hedgehog house and forgot about them .... until this morning .... and there they are, smiling up at me
When the hedgehog has ended his hibernation I'll return them to their rightful spot where the sunlight filters through the branches of the big ash tree at the end of the shady bank and I don't have to buy another Brazen Hussey .