Sometimes it seems the garden is at its best just when you’re about to leave it behind. Tomorrow we fly out to Australia, via Bangkok, and winter in Sydney. Back here everything is lush and green after the recent rain, the pots of fuschias are luxuriant, and even the gladioli are just about to come into flower. By the time we return from what I’m sure will be a great trip summer will be over here. You can’t have everything
