I will never tire of this place, it is always so beautiful, so colourful, so fragrant in the early morning sunlight. We came away with pots of fat hyacinths and a big bunch of them too, dusky blue and delicately scented as the buds were still tightly closed. They are in a vase on my coffee table and every time I glance over at them, I smile. Strange, perhaps, but coming from a home like mine, with my oh-so green-fingered mother, it would be hard to have not grown up to be filled with wonder and excitement at every unfurling bud or emerging green shoot.
On another green-fingered note, I am very inspired by this blog post here about rooftop vegetable plots, and now can't wait to try grow even more on my balcony this year.