It was a beautiful June afternoon and the garden was in full bloom. So much so, that some of my favourite mauve geraniums were spilling out of the flower bed onto the garden path.

Unable to bear the thought of them getting trampled on, I hastily grabbed my secateurs and snipped off some of the drooping blooms. Something like a twinge of regret nagged at my heart as I went to dump them in the cuttings bin. Seemed like such a waste.

But then I remembered I had just the right jug.