Sometimes, a certain colour catches your eye, and it seems from then on, for a time, everywhere you turn you are drawn to that particular shade.
My imagination is caught by the sight of great sweeps of delphiniums, emerging like a peacock tail from a dark-purple ceramic pot in Ted Martin's shop.
I don't know whether it is the impression left by the delphiniums, but I start to smile when I see pale lilac campanula and scabious added to bouquets and posies.
And it seems the bees agree with me. Large clumps of chives, in this Devon garden, are humming with appreciative visitors.