On letting go
I can't quite believe how long it is since I've posted. The break was necessary, but I've missed writing. When the shops first closed, I decided I would try to do some gardening. Nothing too extravagant, just some bedding plants and a few seeds. I imagined that by now, we would be eating home-grown lettuces and tomatoes at the very least. Sadly not. Mainly because I never got round to ordering the seeds. Or the bedding plants. Or anything else, vaguely garden-related. I’ve also ruined the grass by swimming the channel in our paddling pool, so my gardening credentials are at an all-time low. There is one saving grace in our garden though. It’s something I planted about three years ago. A small plant, that I knew, when it flowered, would bring forth beautiful purple blooms. The problem is that everyone else in our household hates it. I should mention that it has grown to about ten times its original size, it blocks the path as I didn’t expect it to grow that big,