Well ... at least that's what I'm hoping for.
Usually these fabulously big Alliums disappear in our garden during the much awaited flowering stage. I say 'disappear' but I'm beginning to think they're either accidently pruned by a 'Secateur-Possessed-Maniac' or deheaded during a frantic game of football.
This year, just one has survived the rigour of family life and managed to stand like a giant star in the flower-bed. Threats of death (or worse) if anyone so much as looks at it, let alone touches it, seem to have done the trick and it's now produced loads of seeds ready for me to sow.
I have no idea if they'll come to anything but isn't that half the pleasure of gardening.
Another week of tidying gardens beckons, have a great one ... :0)