fine specimens

Tulips picked this morning and arranged on a shelf in the greenhouse. My favourite new room. I've dreamed about having a greenhouse for more years than someone my age really ought to admit to, and now that I have one, I love it. It's just me, the radio, the seeds, the plants and the lovely, earthy smell of damp compost, primulas, and young tomato plants.

(My aim is to label the picture, because I didn't label the bulbs when we planted them.)