For as long as I can remember, I’ve bought cut flowers. As luck would have it, I live in spitting distance of a mini garden centre that I count on for plump peonies in May, Dahlias the size of dinner plates in late August, and sunflowers and chrysanthemums in early autumn. All the classics. It’s rare not to find a tulip, or a sheath of gladioli at my kitchen table. I like to bring the outside in, plus a home can never, ever be too colourful. I was so taken with the delicate simplicity of Donald Sultan’s poppies, mimosas and camellias. I saw them, and couldn’t resist dashing to the end of the street for an armful of spring flowers.