The end of my garden has been untended to for quite some time. Wind blown pots are scattered and weeds ramble up broken fences. Today I had cause to venture to the bottom of the garden to see how my perlagoniums had over wintered in the greenhouse. They didn't look good so I have cut them back hard. Just outside the greenhouse is an old table with an array of broken china and abandoned pots. I was surprised to see that despite neglect, pink hyacinths were popping up out of a crate and tiny blue muscari (behind the brown plastic pot in centre of photograph) were determined to see another spring. I feel sad that I had cast them aside with no hope after they had finished flowering previously but happy they decided to grow despite less than perfect conditions.