I’m bringing my summer stars

Erysimum Rysi Copper One of the definitions of a wallflower is that of a shy and awkward person with whom nobody wants to dance: I am sure we have all felt like that at some point in our adolescence.

There comes a time every year, somewhere between the middle of March and the first week of April, when I am possessed by my garden. It runs through my veins like a dancing river, occupies my sleep wit

Kari-Astri Davies considers a pair of double-flowered, golden-hued plants treasured by a 17th century botanist

The latest from Carol's beautiful cottage garden… plus her diary for the week!

Spring is unfurling in Fiona Cumberpatch’s container garden in Lincolnshire and she’s appreciating every small stage