It isn’t always a bad thing to be a tall poppy, especially when you are festooned in red-pink petals and surrounded by a population of green shrubs. Who would dare accuse you of rising beyond your station? You smile and wave in the breeze – oblivious to all.
When I visited the Jardin des Plantes de Paris in October 2016 the summer festival of flowers was over. A few late bloomers stood in defiance – soon to be hacked away by gardeners clearing the beds for winter hibernation. Such is the lot of a tall poppy; destined to be cut down. C’est la vie.