Poppin’s Plants

Everybody remembers their first date with an Acer. Mine was in the middle of August, 20 or so years ago, in a newly rented accomodation, there it was, in a pot, as part of a garden the size of a handkerchief. It was miserable, un-loved, a poor excuse of a weeping twig, as dry as a drum, leafless and despite the obvious lack of care, it was quite dramatic.