Apparently the person I have to thank for this
and this one
and a whole bunch of these
is a lady called Auntie Babs. I never met Auntie Babs, but apparently Auntie Babs built a stunning English country garden in front of the house that was the pride of the neighbourhood. As happens with these things, some barbarian pulled it all out and replaced it with the dreaded Kikuyu lawn, but Auntie Babs gets the last laugh. All the plants she hid around the garden, all the bulbs secreted in odd corners, are popping out for my enjoyment. I didn’t have to do a thing except eliminate a few snails, pull some weeds, scatter a bit of compost and throw over a bucket or twenty of water.
Thanks Auntie Babs, wherever you are. Your legacy is safe with me.