Here we are, at the end of June in The Fortnight Garden. I can hardly believe that six months of the year have already passed and we are into the second half of 2020. What a year it is proving! The hard work in the garden in March and April was well worth it as I look round now at colour everywhere, and bees, butterflies and birds enjoying themselves.
It is almost June in The Fortnight Garden – five months of 2020 have already passed. I can’t believe we are already approaching the halfway point in the year. The Fortnight Garden has had a lot of attention and it is responding really rather well – it has certainly been a great help to me during this time. I rather assume my fellow gardeners also turn to their plants for calmness in a time of stress and concern.
The roses are starting to flower in Greenwich Park Rose Garden. Just Joey is just gorgeous.
And I am sharing this with Garden Photography.
My mother woke me this morning. I didn’t open my eyes, I just lay still, and remembered the sound of her voice, and her scent. She came in the moment a year ago when we scattered her ashes – the wind swirled and soughed, and then it was silent. I sensed release, escape, peace. The church says ‘ashes to ashes, dust to dust’ but it didn’t feel like that and today I remember it also says ‘in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to eternal life’ and I wonder if it could be true. My mother certainly believed it.
She loved flowers and today I send her some roses from the garden.