I was quite proud of my delphiniums. And you would think they would attract good comment, especially after the tulips. 'Aren't they gorgeous!' Even, 'Aren't they blue!' But no, all anyone says is, 'Aren't they tall!'
At first I was quite proud that they were tall, though I'd prefer to say well grown. They are growing in a tub, quite a shallow tub, and I started wondering whether they had enough soil. But they seemed happy, spreading about and growing taller, until the storm came.
The ones on the right bent sideways, so I tied them to stakes and supports and they carried on blooming, blowsy ladies on sticks and zimmer frames. Some of them fell off in the second storm, but that was OK because I stuck them in a vase in the window for the Queen. (They complemented the England flag I'd hung in the other window after being told off by the village for having no bunting.)
Now they are all leaning right, like a row of mature ladies after the extra sherry. In the autumn I'm going to have to take them out and plant them in the borders. Until then they'll be straggling and turning yellow, right in front of the window. A focal point.
Most of the bunting is straggling too, pulled down and washed away, but the England flag's still out.