I hope you will all forgive the brevity of this post but few words are needed. On Saturday morning my father died, nine days short of his 93rd Birthday. I am grateful for his long, happy and successful life but that does not ease the pain of his parting. He was a keen and capable gardener who taught me a great deal.
The picture is of Scilla greilhuberi, currently blooming in my garden. Its flowers are almost exactly the colour of my father's eyes.