For good reason I associate Begonias with the 1970’s gardens of my childhood. Maybe, people grew them then because they seemed exotic. I suspect that a lot of my contemporaries have the idea that begonias are one of those frumpy plants associated with being middle age. I have no concerns about whether or not my garden is fashionable. I guess it reflects my quirky taste; I simply embrace whatever appeals to me. So, Begonias sit at the front of my cottage garden border; plump, pretty flowers with petals in pastel pink and buttery yellow. What isn’t to like?