Our friend Mrs O kindly allowed me to care for her garden, from where I harvested the seed to grow these wine-red hollyhocks, still blooming years after her death. I always wanted dark red ones, thank you Mrs O! I’ve revisited and revised this post after writing ‘Pushing the Boundaries’.
While Mrs T took our grandson to the swimming pool in Faversham, I wandered the streets. Along the iron fence between the churchyard graves and the path were clumps of hollyhocks, some well over 2 metres tall. Lovely in the group, lovely each individual bloom, and nature’s way of pushing the boundaries between tame and wild.
Will Turnstone 