Had a lovely moment this morning — I was watering the garden, and a woman stopped to chat with me. She told me how much she enjoyed it, but also said that it was particularly special to her, because her husband had had Parkinson’s, and they used to come walk by, and sit on our bench, and look at the garden together.
Kevin’s dad had Parkinson’s too. Walking, and gardens, were some of the things he most enjoyed.
One of my projects for this spring has been to redo the paving stones under the bench, to provide a more stable surface — I think I need to pull them all out, dig out and level the ground, lay down sand, then put the stones back in, possibly with sand or pebbles around? I need to look up the process. Now I have a little extra impetus to get it done.
Flowers visible, left to right: pansies in the planter, Thalia daffodils with something blue, probably scilla, two hellebores (dark red and almost black), another hellebore (cream with red edging), irises emerging.