We’ve been looking for a white Camellia for some time and found one we liked today. While at the nursery, I spotted some fabulous purple hyacinths and a lovely delicate white Choisya, both beautifully scented. They are now waiting to be planted in my Suffragette Garden which I had help clearing a couple of weeks ago. 
One of my all time favourite poems is today’s poem in A Poet for Every day of the Year, edited by Allie Esiri.
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by W B Yeats
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
