For several years I have written about the emergence of the naked ladies in the garden. As a general rule I predict they will dance on the 28th of July, though once or twice I picked the 27th. This year, a big miss. On the 28th there was no sign of any life beneath that bare spot of soil.
This morning, though, there is one, just one spear standing an inch above the ground. The ladies will be dancing soon!