My first hellebores were lovely. Note the were – but they’ll recover.
Gorgeous. Now brown and shrivelled, but hey.
Well, they’re not quite the first; I’ve a huge corsicus which came from my mother’s garden and is still going strong in defiance of the ‘don’t try and move a big hellebore’ rule I was given when I moved house. But the corsicus’s blooms aren’t quite like this. And Dobby, this is one you gave me – thanks!
Hang on, I’m supposed to be wordless. Oh well.