So how hard can it be? Choosing bulbs for planting before Xmas to flower in April/May the following year. Let me be honest. Very. I started in June and had my list. I lost it. I did a series of photos. Like Pinterest. But I hate Pinterest so it was just a series of photos. I was kind of happy. Then life took over and I just didn’t get around to it. Tragedy. Some that I wanted were out of stock. So back to the drawing board. Sort of.
I’d like to give the impression of being organised. Planning the colours. The pots. The window boxes. Here there and over there. Yes. I do have some tulips in Spain as well. That’s the impression I like to give but the reality is that I end up in a rush as I leave it to do tomorrow. There’s a touch of mañana about me. Not just to order but to plant. Then all the planning goes to pot. Literally. I end up with what the lovely Karen at Peter Nyssen calls it. A dolly mixture of colours. A great description of the 2022 planting.

It started really in 2015. Pretty simple. Understated. Colour blocks. I liked it. Very understated. I wasn’t always a tulip fan. When people mentioned them all I heard in my head was Tiny Tim’s voice. You know. That squeaky song. ‘Tiptoe through the Tulips’ NO? Shame on you. Go listen. It will be a hideous ear worm for weeks. And every time you look at a bed of tulips. (Oh. And for this blogs useless note. Apparently the song is mentioned in the ‘Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone’ book. Vernon Dursley hums the song. Who knew. I didn’t.)
But then again I wasn’t always a fan of dahlias. It’s ok to change your minds. Not just because things become fashionable again. God help me if flares return. Or platform shoes.

A change of palate for 2016 but I hadn’t got the hang of stuffing the pots with tulips. I thought maybe less is more. More or less.

Move onto 2017. A bit more adventurous. Pots packed a bit more. Another year of different colours. Some new ones. But still some white. At some point I may go back to a two or three colour planting.

Now don’t ask me what happened in 2018 or 2019. I just can’t find any photos. Which is strange for me. I do like a photo or 2ooo.
Whizz onto 2020~ the start of lockdown. I don’t think I saw tulips in the following two years. Other than in photos sent by friends and neighbours. I’d planted the tulips in December 2019. We returned from a trip to Mexico in late March 2020 and that was it. They came and went.

I’m getting bolder. Shoving a few more bulbs into the pots. I see that in 2020 I had El Niño. It’s on the list again this year. I must have liked it. It’s a glorious bonkers tulip first seen at Ulting Wick where I have gained so much inspiration in tulip choices.

In London the window boxes were bolder in colour. More coordinated as all were peony type tulips. Belle Epoque is one of my favourites but sells out before I remember to order it usually. I think it’s Uncle Tom in there too. But I always say I’ll keep a book. What I plant and when. But I’m rubbish. Just like labelling. One day I’ll get it but by then I will be unable to bend that far down to attach the label.

2021 saw my love affair start with Brown sugar. This year I didn’t see the tulips at all until they were over and the pots needed emptying. Lockdown meant we didn’t travel to the cottage for months on end. I relied all tulip season on photographs sent to me. Good neighbours and local friends are great. Ones with cameras and willing to take photos of tulips is awesome. Good friends who are neighbours are brilliant. And a goddaughter who would water them when it was a big dry extra special. I heard it was a good year.

So. 2022. I was determined to make up for the previous two years. I was optimistic that I’d be able to see them in full bloom. At least at some point. If I was I was going to go over the top this was the year. I think I did. Subtle it was not. Colourful yes. Not subtle. But I liked it and the feedback was good. Grandad Martin wasn’t too sure at first. Not as colourful as last year he said. ‘Give it a chance Grandad.’ It hasn’t started going yet. You wait. He did and agreed. It was colourful.

To say I was happy would be an understatement. I started the planting with a plan. I always do. It starts off well. There are 15 large pots to be planted. After the first few pots I get bored. Or rather I’ve left it so late that I have to just get it done. So my well laid out plan. On paper. With numbers. Colours. Just all goes into the melting pot and it’s pot luck. Thankfully in my mind it worked. It was a good year and we were there often enough to be able to enjoy it.


It was also good year for tulip pots in London. I’d collected a load of pots in lockdown. Let’s be honest. There was little else to do. Lockdown walks. Lockdown garden in a tiny garden in London. Lockdown shopping. Lockdown deliveries. Lockdown bread. Everything in London is in pots so I took advantage of having so many. When we changed the front and tiled the path. ~ not us obviously. I have neither the skill or the patience. ~ I said ‘no more pots’ The window cleaner reminds me of that every time he had to manoeuvre his ladder around them.



It’s just that there is so much choice. Isn’t there? I choose the colours. The types. Then I see something else. Or Ian asks. Have you bought that one I really like? ( b****r ~ I’ve just remembered he’s asked me to remember to include Helmar) !!! And change my mind. How difficult can it be. I’ve said. Very. Until it’s too late and the one I want. That I really really want is out of stock. I use the same supplier year in year out. I don’t like change. I only go to a different bulb supplier if I can’t get them. My bulb supplier of choice. Peter Nyssen. Karen is amazing and the customer service is brilliant. Helpful. Informative. Comes up with tulips I may like. I don’t change doctors dentists hairdresser. Banks. Or bulb suppliers.
Like most gardening everything is a set timeframe. First to order. Second for delivery. And finally. To plant. Time for all three is running out so I’ve had to bite the bullet and order. And then remember I wanted x. And order some more.

And then. I had a tulip book for my birthday from friends in Spain which is beautiful and see some I really like. Like really really like. And order them. But I’ve stopped. No more. Definitely . Possibly.

So. These may be some of this years planting.

And these. …….and a host of others. Oh. And I’ve just ordered this one.

And that is. All bought and paid for. All to be delivered. I had thought that I would be emptying the pots of the summer bedding this weekend. But. We arrived to pots that had gone bonkers.

Geraniums bought at Columbia road flower market are still flowering. With a bit of dead heading they have another month in them. I hadn’t previously grown lobelia for decades had decided to have a growth spurt. So the summer pots have had a reprieve . For now. But there again so have I. I’m off to Spain for a week. Guess what’s arriving. A parcel from Peter Nyssen. But that order was easy.



















































































































































































































