My dad and I have one annual tradition – the PHS flower show. We’ve gone for enough years now that we have our routine down: I get there early to look at all of the booths selling flowers and the juried submissions, my dad joins me and we oooh and aaah at the over-the-top-installations, we get our picture taken in front of the most elaborate feature, and then we get some food and sit in the old train shed. It is always a lovely (and delightfully smelling) night.