I cannot pretend that my flower field is awash with colour. Much of it remains compost coloured. But like Milli Proust, there are shade of rhubarb and custard if I look carefully. The first tulips are a soft but strong pink, the narcissi a buttery yellow. The last of the autumn flowering blossom and the first of the ‘Tai-Haku’. I can strongly recommend an afternoon lying in the grass, watching bees in blossom, as a recipe for bliss.