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of them start selling flowers before March, although The Telegraph has published a list of companies offering both British and imported flowers by post.One day I hope to be able to give my Valentine a posy of cut flowers grown by me, in my garden

to plug gaps elsewhere.Favourite self-seeders in my garden include foxgloves, hellebores, honesty, scabious, Alchemilla mollis, calendula, nigella, nasturtiums, and even crops like rocket and chives. I wonder which flowers others find self

In the current climate of price rises and frozen salaries we're all looking for ways to save money. Fortunately, many garden plants help us to cut costs by producing new seed for free. All we have to do is spot the opportunities, then collect

root cuttings from my mum's garden. Some didn't flower, so I'm hoping they will this year. I'm also looking forward to single plants growing into clumps, as they become established and make my garden their own.And what went wrong? I grew far too many

Manor is managed by cutting it for hay in summer and then it is grazed by sheep through the autumn. The haymaking scatters seed from all the flowers. The sheep then tread the seed into the ground without allowing the grass to get long enough to interfere

Chrysanthemum 'Bright Eyes', boasting golden discs with a black centre, perfect for cut flowers. I love cosmos, and Johnsons's new 'Peppermint Rock' produces white flowers with pink picotee edges on tall stems. Glorious.That beautiful striped squash in Dobies

: I was told it by Kim Hurst from the Cottage Herbery at the Malvern Spring Show last year (the 2009 show, by the way, runs from 7-10 May; I hope to see you there) . Those of you sensible enough not to let mint run loose in your flower beds will have

as not to increase petrol consumption, and the less mud the better I suppose, if you love your car.Seriously though, there are many ways to reduce your carbon footprint, and driving around with a load of flowers on your roof probably wouldn't cut it. Planting trees

in the rain, so I get to see them, eat my lunch in the morning to avoid time-wasting lunch queues. There's no point in dressing up and trying to look pretty, it only ends in tears by about 11.30am. Sensible shoes and a sturdy rucksack are the only way to go

the ground. (I love dandelion leaves. There're so crunchy and refreshing after a winter of meagre salads. The trick is to pick them before they flower, after which they can taste bitter.) Then the nettles and wild garlic appear (which together make a