Border control

First thing in the morning I stick my head out of the window to see what the day promises. Is it going to be a shorts and boots day, happily grubbing about in the garden, a keep warm day, baking in the kitchen, or even, extreme measures, one where I get out the vac? The kitchen porch roof is laden with honeysuckle, the sun is shining. Hurrah, it's a boots day!

I had good intentions for the border at the far side of the lawn. In theory it is planted in a colour scheme moving from dark to light.

The left-hand side, dark reds and blues are behaving quite well.

Last autumn I planted a bag of mixed alliums, taking the precaution of laying a square of wire mesh just beneath the soil and above the planting so that the squirrels wouldn't dig  up the bulbs and eat them. (I also did this with the tulips and for the first time ever had a decent display.)

The alliums are putting on a good show.

I was looking with pleasure at them when my eye caught this loud explosion of colour, slap bang in the middle of the border WHERE IT SHOULD NOT BE. Once you have finished flowering, matey, you are outa there!

From my large mixed pack of alliums only one white flower has emerged. It looks very elegant - I am going to buy more!