I have developed a soft spot for Mrs. Popple. She has been attractive all summer, barely any effort and has moved cheerfully around the garden. I am talking, of course, about Fuchsia ‘Mrs. Popple’. She arrived in early spring, a refugee from a client’s garden, and left to languish amongst the other exiles at the back of the house looking for somewhere to put down roots. I am ashamed to say that mortality in the camp is high and it was her tenacious grip on life that brought her to my attention. A terracotta pot, fresh compost and a good water were the reward. And I have been repaid in full.

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