The world of flowers is a fashion driven one. And though I like to think that I'm really not a fashion person, that is of course complete nonsense.
Over the part 10 years admiration of colour theme gardens like Sandra and Nori Pope's amazing garden at Hadspen in Somerset, and the espousal of rich saturated colours by gardener/florists like Sarah Raven have seeped into my buying. I have ended up with far too many dark flowers in my patch.
Partly I think that this may be something to do with hardiness - the darkest dahlias, columbines and gladioli also seem to be the hardiest - but also the seduction of bulb and plant catalogues.
Perhaps it was the cold driech winter, perhaps it has been this chilly spring, but suddenly I have had enough of my black flowers - I want some fairground colours back.
There is an exception though.
Our bathroom is monochrome - floored with marble reclaimed from the Chambers Street Museum in Edinburgh, papered with a reproduction of an C18th french map; tiled with slate from snooker tables. It is a beautiful, elegant, haven of a room.
It is made for monochrome flowers. At the moment there is a single stem of a navy/black columbine - impossible to photograph with any justice without spending time with reflectors and lights. However, it is wonderful to soak in the bath, contemplating its complicated form.