It is the world’s most romantic flower and it has just opened in the croft garden. Pure, pure white, so white that it glows in the waxing moon light. That would be lovely enough, but the romance comes from its scent. The scent is night time only, strong, oranges, vanilla and magic, so that every time I walk into the garden and brush past I get a head full of romance.
Its names (Philadelphus, “Mock Orange,” “English Dogwood”) belie its beautiful nature. For me, it’s Romeo and Juliet in flower form.