Chelsea, Chelsea, I believe...

I saw The Fratellis at Glasto a couple of years ago, and their "Chelsea Dagger" has been going round my head all week. A cracking song. Much of my time over the last few days has been focused on a very different and somewhat less gratuitous Chelsea, as the flower show looms. I spent Monday at an event organized by the RHS at Wisley (for which a big thank you) learning about field trials with the jolly corps of the Garden Media Guild. Lovely people, incidentally, and on message - in contrast with one of the speakers - but that's another story, and the equally lovely RHS has only just about made it into the 20th century, so it's excused. Anyway, as you can imagine, the journalistas are beginning to focus on the (sorry, THE) gardening event of the season, with an excitement which this year I share. Having been a paying punter a few times over the years, I'm now helping Hilliers out with their stand, which will feature the Meadow Anywhere seed packets we supply them with. This is an ace project, which among other things has so far raised £4,000 for each of the Bumblebee Conservation Trust and Butterfly Conservation. Anyway, we are growing a collection of planters for the stand. I say "we", but actually one of our suppliers is (before you panic); Herbiseed's Steve Morton is doing all the hard work for us, and I visited him at a secret location in Berkshire on Tuesday to do a quick check on them. How are they doing? These planters are going to make everyone wonder why they bother growing anything other than micromeadows in their back gardens. See you at Chelsea.