There are worse things, I suppose.
I'd never grown them because they're so nana, but darn, the bulbs are so beautiful up close, covered in this amazing lacquer-like bronze and bruise-coloured parchment. The ones I chose at the nursery turned out to be completely different colours to those promised, which led me to abandon my gladioli fancy in a fit of pique. They flower away regardless, turning up all peach and mauve (dry heaves) in the fullness of time. There are worse things, I suppose. Comments are closed.
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