Panic NOW!

Today is the day the judges for Yorkshire in Bloom ride round and I daren't leave the laptop incase there are incoming last minute instructions about litter picking. Not true but the fear of letting down the side for one day does seem to have disproportionate weight. 
What is that poem about many a violet left to bloom unseen?

Here's some I found hiding in my greenhouse:

Good luck and fine weather for us all!