While I was on the other side of the world, spring happened at home. People in my new town like to plant their flowers en masse, it would seem, and a walk with the dog is now awash with fragrant banks of pink, yellow and white roses; jasmine and wisteria tumbling over fences, and thick hedges of lavender.
Even in my own garden, almost hidden behind a weed jungle that makes the thorny thicket around Sleeping Beauty’s castle look like a pathetic patch of dandelions, I discovered a blossomy bounty.
What to do with all this fragrant colour? Why, host my very own blossom party, of course, inspired by this one. Won’t you join me?