The first marvellous specimen of white ginger unfurled its petals on 6 March (just after someone was asking if I had them here at our Kitchen Gardening Day). I would find it near impossible to tell you my favourite floral scent, but white ginger certainly is right up there. A few years ago, good friends left Sydney shores, London bound. They gave away or lent their incredible plant collection to friends, and I was the extraordinarily lucky recipient of three large terracotta pots of white ginger. As I already had one pot of my own (outside our bedroom in order to catch the perfume through an open window), these ones lurk down the back with an easterly aspect, where their scent wafts across the drying green as our washing bakes in the sun. I truly enjoy their splendid beauty against the flaking paint of the tractor shed.
Early autumn really is a special time in the garden….