The Great Autumn Show

Ahh... The privileges of membership. Membership of the Royal Horticultural Society that is. Today I am on my way to the Great Autumn Show. Unfortunately I have to go to work first, but I feel that special thrill of knowing I'm off to the best and biggest of the London flower shows.

I even have a little song for the occasion. I made it up a few years ago and I start singing it about a week before the event only occasionally at first and then with more frequency in the lead up to the event til finally I'm singing it fairly well non-stop, with a spring in my step as I approach the Royal Horticultural Halls (both the Lawrence and Lindley) It goes like this:

Didn't you know
The Great Autumn Show
The Great Autumn Show, didn't you know
Didn't you know
It's the Great Autumn Show!

Ok, I admit I'm never gonna make it in Nashville with that one and I do only sing it in my head. I shared it with the Vol-in-Law a few days ago and he kind of half-laughed. (The Vol-in-Law fancies himself the greater song writing talent in our marriage, his specialty is taking popular songs and changing the lyrics slightly to make them about our cats)

What do they have at the Great Autumn show? Flowers and shrubs and pictures of flowers and shrubs. Plants to buy and plants to look at. Some plants are submitted for judging.

It's great, it's just like the fair, except without the rides, the smells, the carnies, the games of chance and the questionable food stalls (there is however a cafe where you can buy lovely cups of tea and cake).

More later on the Great Autumn Show....didn't you know