They stopped me in my tracks the moment I spotted them in the Alm Hill Gardens stall at The Market on Saturday morning. I wait for these beauties all year. The bits of red streaking through the vibrant yellow makes my heart sing. They stayed at the shop for the day for all to enjoy, then made the ferry ride over to WestWard to take center stage on the dining table. The majority in a clear glass vessel and three stems just needing to dance in single stem bottles. They made for a happy, happy Sunday supper table.