These bluebells are what I dug out of my Nan and Gramp's garden when he passed away. All of the grandchildren had a clump of these and the snowdrops that we all remember fondly from their garden. My love of the garden comes from my Gramp. I can remember him showing me how to sow seeds, how to prune roses and how to shout at someone (ahem) who pulls up your carrots! When we cleared the house I didn't want anything apart from the bluebells and his watering can. It leaks a little from the bottom and is metal so is stupidly heavy when full but everytime I pick it up I know he is with me. My mum also gave me his trowel and his fork. Both if these need new handles but I haven't yet brought myself to get them done. The cracked and broken off handle is so smooth in my hand and I like it.
My Nan's contribution to the garden was to sit in her sun chair and prepare whatever veg he had picked that day. I dont think I ever saw her sow a seed.
The apple blossom has also opened fully in the sunshine. I shall now be on bee watch to see if the flowers get pollinated. Fingers crossed they have a safe trip to our little tree.
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