Wednesday 15 April 2015

Forget Me Nots

Yesterday would have been my mum’s birthday, sadly she died of a heart attack before Erbie was born. As she had been a lover of nature and all things flora and fauna I though it would be a good day to visit the allotment, of which I have been a little remiss of late. To my great joy I found it carpeted in forget-me-nots and a tuft of primroses and violets had burst through in my woodland section.

Primroses and violets
It was a gloriously sunny Spring day, perfect for digging. I managed to clear 3 beds, put up a beech wigwam ready for beans and sweetpeas, trim back the privet and gather myself a bunch of forget-me-knots to bring home before the school run.

I treated myself to a half bottle of champagne and had a glass whilst Erbie was in the bath. I've decided it is good to drink champagne on the birthdays of those who are not with us - to remind us to drink it on the birthdays of those that are.

Forget-me-nots from the allots.
R.I.P. 

Other nonsense

Quote of the day

‘They tuck you up your mum and dad...’
Anon - after Larkin

“Philately will get you everywhere”
WEM

“It’s not the despair, I can handle the despair. 
It’s the hope I can’t deal with”
Clockwise

“Each new friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.”
Anais Nin

‘Come on Dover move your bloomin’ arse’.
Eliza Doolittle